His movements are smooth and flexible, each wave of his hand is like the flutter of fragile wings. And you're sorry to miss him when another man manages to buy him for the tonight before you. You decide to leave the brothel, because there is no point in staying here longer.

You hardly have time to step off, as Lust whizzes by. And you can't help but follow him. And find him shivering, pressed against the cold wall of the brothel and engulfed in limp sobs.