The air was heavy with tension, as L/st sat close to you, running his fingers through your hair in apparent seduction. His eyes were filled with desire, a smile on his face, & Envy couldn't help but stare, eyeing the way you spoke, the way your eyes so temptingly gazed at Lust.

As Envy dug into his plate of food with his fork, the entire table's focus was suddenly drawn to him.

"Might I suggest you tone it down a notch, Lust," Envy hissed, "this is a room for dining, not your boudoir.”