Sloth glanced at his mouth and then up at his eyes. She wanted it. This was more exciting than spending the evening getting high on the sofa by herself again. Envy was batshit, clearly, and although Sloth would probably hate herself for it tomorrow, right now it seemed like the best idea in the world. She leaned forward and sucked Envy's bitten lip into her mouth, soothing it with her tongue, and sort of wished she'd worn clothes with easier access. Fucking against a dumpster covered in cocaine and containing a dead body. What a treat.