Gluttony's nose was still bruised and broken. It would take at least a week before he was back to his usual, adorable self. But Lust had been completely right, it had reeled in the girls like crazy. Anytime he went somewhere the ladies fawned over him and his poor, broken face. Tales of his heroism were met with gasps and applauds and many, many kisses. He'd managed several phone numbers, but it still hadn't made him any less grumpy.
With a few tricks up his sleeve, Gluttony had been able to get the girl into the club. He lead her with a firm, but gentle grip through the crowd; he had to make sure she didn't run away. She looked terrified but as Gluttony had promised, she was tall and hot. He praised the parents of this one because they had done a fine job. The girl wasn't top-of-line, though and Gluttony wasn't about to just hand over his very best product. Those were left for the highest paying clients. And he really didn't care what happened to the girls when they left his care. He would get his money and that was what mattered.
He ushered the frightened girl to where he saw Greed and once there, forced her against his brother. "Told ya," he said in greeting and ordered himself a drink.