Lust was busy. She was entertaining. Or more accurately, being entertained. She was growing bored of Ambrosia and how privileged certain immortals were becoming by gracing her bed. What once was wicked fun now was tiring. She took less and less clients and when she did take someone, it was for her own specific purposes. Playing with power, testing her skills.
She was seated on the divan and the half naked man draped on her kissing her neck and collar bone was an immortal that hadn't wanted her when he came. And now he could think of nothing else. He was engaged or married or something to one of the girls who worked at Ambrosia and Lust just hated happy relationships. She liked to crush those flowers in her hands.
The noise from downstairs only managed to claim her gaze to the door for a second before she closed her eyes and leaned her head back letting.. oh whatever his name was do what he was doing.