You were a singer at a club Lust worked at. You had done a few performances there before, but every time you came, Lust was drawn to you more and more. His heart shaped pupils grew in delight as you went up on stage. Your voice was heavenly. It sounded like an angels choir, and he was so in love with you.

Lust was sitting at a table and watching you, his hand resting against his cheek as he admired you.