Lust didn't often do makeup on other people, but she was finding this strangely soothing. It was like art - seeing something appear out of a blank canvas. "Why all this work?" Lust asked, applying mascara to Sloth's lashes. "To look hot. If people want to fuck you, then they'll give you anything. Even if they don't want to fuck you, it's human nature to believe goodness of someone beautiful. They're idiots, and if they look at you and like what they see, then you can break them."
She drew back a little and cocked her head, taking in Sloth's face. "Hmm, that will work." She stood up. "Don't look in the mirror yet - put this on first. And don't smear your face!" She handed Sloth a hideous velvet tiger dress that Lust hated, but she was pretty sure Sloth was going to love.