There wasnât much interest in the mundane activities that Wildemount had to offer when it came to the patience of Lust. However, she was able to bide her time in the Playground, in her new vessel, under the guise of an identity sheâd created from the various media outlets accessible to the town. Her name, her personality, her style, all crafted to be the epitome of the sin she was.
She sat crossed-legged in a chair, with her martini untouched on the table in front. Her eyes drifted with a curiosity from those up on the podium of the club and to the customers craving a desire to feast upon them, but finding a thrill in being unable to. This was how she was worshipped.Â
âYou.â She said to a passer-by, with a playful smile gracing the lips of the body sheâd stolen. âSit with me. I want some company.â
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