[Lust isn't sure she manages a finishing blow, but before long, the Eeveelutions are sprawled on the floor or playing halfheartedly with one another.]
[And they aren't the only ones getting tired. Lust crosses her ankles and sinks gracefully into a crosslegged position on the floor, allowing Wrath to simply slip off her shoulders. She's breathing heavier than she was, and her hair's falling in her face.]
[But she's succeeded and thensome. The Eevees are satisfied and played-out. Wrath has had fun. Bringing them together had been the right instinct. So far, more often than not, her instincts regarding Wrath are right. She never would have guessed.]
Victory belongs to us! Now I think we deserve a treat.
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[And they aren't the only ones getting tired. Lust crosses her ankles and sinks gracefully into a crosslegged position on the floor, allowing Wrath to simply slip off her shoulders. She's breathing heavier than she was, and her hair's falling in her face.]
[But she's succeeded and thensome. The Eevees are satisfied and played-out. Wrath has had fun. Bringing them together had been the right instinct. So far, more often than not, her instincts regarding Wrath are right. She never would have guessed.]
Victory belongs to us! Now I think we deserve a treat.