[It's perfectly fitting, as far as Lust is concerned. Her chances for positive experiences are so very limited here. And isn't that a human thing, to seek confirmation of life in the midst of death? To find comfort in the joy of flesh? Where else can joy be found?]
[Lust sets her bottle aside. She's certainly had plenty already. She doesn't know where to go, but she's certain there's an empty building or private corner beneath the stars. She's hardly picky. She can't stand another moment of lamenting or letting the guilt and fear eat at her.]
[She shifts closer to Eliot and turns to face him. Almost curiously, she lifts her face to brush her lips against his. Just briefly.]
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[It's perfectly fitting, as far as Lust is concerned. Her chances for positive experiences are so very limited here. And isn't that a human thing, to seek confirmation of life in the midst of death? To find comfort in the joy of flesh? Where else can joy be found?]
[Lust sets her bottle aside. She's certainly had plenty already. She doesn't know where to go, but she's certain there's an empty building or private corner beneath the stars. She's hardly picky. She can't stand another moment of lamenting or letting the guilt and fear eat at her.]
[She shifts closer to Eliot and turns to face him. Almost curiously, she lifts her face to brush her lips against his. Just briefly.]
I think I've had enough to drink for now.