[ Lust has no idea about Isaac. From his presence, to his over all role, to anything else. His entire existence is a big mystery and question mark to Lust. When he first approaches, her only reaction is Oh god, why do I have to talk to people. She practically smells the awkwardness exuding from his body, and she's already dreading the conversation.
But, she might as well play nice. There wasn't anything that'd be too terrible about this man, right? After all, a brief conversation during a masquerade was something she pulled off dozens of times before. Why would this time be any different? Lust, within a split second, adopts the most pleasant persona she can think of. The one that constantly brown noses the likes of Hughes and Alex.
She sticks out a single hand. ]
As to yourself. Are you enjoying the festivities? [ Don't worry. She came prepared. There's blow, and something to give her retrograde amnesia in her purse. Her misanthropy knows no bounds! ]
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But, she might as well play nice. There wasn't anything that'd be too terrible about this man, right? After all, a brief conversation during a masquerade was something she pulled off dozens of times before. Why would this time be any different? Lust, within a split second, adopts the most pleasant persona she can think of. The one that constantly brown noses the likes of Hughes and Alex.
She sticks out a single hand. ]
As to yourself. Are you enjoying the festivities? [ Don't worry. She came prepared. There's blow, and something to give her retrograde amnesia in her purse. Her misanthropy knows no bounds! ]