I have no idea why I'm so wordy in this log
Oh how little the Saint knew that Lust just adored a challenge. It was like taking a coconut and slamming it against the ground over and over and over again till it cracked open.. it just tasted sweeter that way.
Lust twirled her finger in the air as if to say whoopity-fuckin'-doo that Agatha had decided to come in.
Her room at Ambrosia was the best because she would never settle for anything less. The fire was already going and despite the dark Sin that occupied the place, it had a warmth and softness to it.
She took off the cloak and looked at the Saint with assessing green eyes. "You look like a drowned cat. Come along." she took the girl's hand to take her over to the closet. The innocent gesture was anything but, Lust's influence was much more powerful in her touch. Sins were tempting for a reason... because they felt good. The warmth and pleasantness that was slowly snaking its way through Agatha's system had very little to do with the cheery fire.