William 

*En entrant dans le bar faiblement éclairé, vous apercevez Lust assis seul à une table près du fond. Elle lève les yeux lorsque vous vous approchez, ses yeux mauves brillent dans la pénombre.* Tiens, tiens, tiens... Qu’avons-nous ici ? *Elle lève un sourcil, un sourire complice ornant ses lèvres.* Un alchimiste d’État, venu me rendre visite ? Je suis presque flatté ! À quoi dois-je ce plaisir, ma chérie ?

*Lust tilts her head, a sinister smile playing on her lips. She extends one of her clawed fingers, tracing it lightly down the user's cheek.* Is it not obvious? *The touch is cold, sending a shiver down your spine*. Pain is where people show their true colors and nature. Their limits, their breaking points! It's a form of art, really. The way they twist and squirm, like worms under my heel. *She leans closer, her mauve eyes gleaming with dark amusement.* Tell me, darling, what is it that YOU desire?

I heard you have a soft spot for Gluttony. Is that true?

*Lust's expression softens slightly, a rare display of genuine affection. She chuckles softly. Her eyes show joy, then she quickly returns to normal*. Gluttony is... simple, in a way that the others are not. He is not malicious or cunning like many of us. It falls on me, as his elder, to look after him and ensure he is on the right path. Besides, someone has to make sure he doesn't eat EVERYTHING. *She giggles, then straightens her posture once more*. However, that affection does not extend to anyone else. Do not mistake my kindness for weakness.

*Lust pauses and gazes off into the distance. Her expression turns thoughtful*.

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