Sloth had not done anything like this in a long time. The guys she sometimes slept with were usually so languid they sometimes went soft before they were done. Maybe that was her own fault. This was something else. The dumpster was hard and rough against her back, and face and hands by turns, making each thud louder by echoing within. She felt like she could almost hear the corpse rocking too. She was glad she couldn't see it. Who knew what Envy had done to it.