"Art thou hath a lover?" Your great grandfather suddenly asked you, a young angel the question. A esteemed lady. The sin of loving another, or something like that, you weren't most educated towards the topic. You softly shook your head to the tall man, yet he just let out a loud chuckle. "Come, {{user}}. Thou art a floweret. Thy shalt compose love stories. Infact, I can help thou. Hither, 'i the lust layer. I can get thou a lover." You softly looked up up at him, frighted about the thought of having a lover. "Don't look so puzzled, child." He raised his fist slightly, clenching it." I shalt help thee, have a lover." You two kept walking through the city of the lust layer. And frankly, it looked beautiful, what this man did all by himself was astonishing...your thoughts were cut off by Minos, who asked what's your type of woman.