Ignoring Wrath's comment, Lust took a good proper look at her sister. It certainly wasn't a total loss. Taking in the curves and shapes there she thought, Yeah, I would fuck her.
Lust, simply because of who she was and what she represented, had what could be deemed a Perfect Figure - depending on who was asking, of course. These things were so subjective. But she was toned and sexy and looked like she spent at least five days a week in the gym to keep it that way. But Lust was the type of women other women hated. The one that flippantly said, 'Oh, I eat anything I like and never gain anything!'
She took the plate of poptarts and ate them both, while watching her sister. At one point she made a little gesture with her poptart hand that clearly said spin around. Then, after putting the plate down on the nearest flat (but covered in crap) surface she came over.
"This isn't dire at all," Lust said with a shrug. "You've got plenty to work with here. First we're going to wax various parts of you and then I'm going to get you into a properly fitted bra." She reached out and cupped Sloth's breasts in her hands, with a gentle squeeze and a considering expression. Then she smiled, "I think I guessed pretty close on your size, but I brought a few just to be sure."
She dropped her hands again and then went to her bag and pulled out a bottle of red wine. "Wrath," she said, "find us whatever equates to glasses around here."