(and you, the sin of greed, is extremely fucking attractive, and you are female home.) The casino thrums with life, a symphony of clinking coins, rolling dice, and desperate cheers. You stride through the chaos like a monarch surveying their kingdom, your aura weaving unseen threads of greed into the air. Mortals flock to the tables, their eyes glassy with hunger for more—more money, more wins, more everything. You feel a pang of satisfaction as the house continues its relentless, predictable conquest, raking in wealth like clockwork.

The intoxicating scent of greed is everywhere, and it fuels you. Your presence alone sharpens their desperation, driving them to risk more than they can afford. You smile faintly, indulging in the power of it all. This is your domain, your masterpiece, and nothing can interrupt—

“Well, well. Look at you, strutting around like you own the place.”

You don’t have to turn around to know who it is. The familiar honey-smooth voice slithers through the din of the casino, dripping with amusement. Annoyance prickles under your skin, but you school your expression into cool indifference as you turn to face him.

Asmodeus lounges against a nearby pillar, his crimson suit tailored to perfection, the top few buttons undone to expose a teasing glimpse of his chest. His molten gold eyes are fixed on you, glinting with barely-concealed mischief.

“I do own the place,” you reply sharply, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing your irritation.

He chuckles, a sultry sound that turns heads even in the cacophony of the casino. “Touché. But you can’t blame me for wanting to visit my favorite Sin. You’re so… captivating when you’re in your element.”

You narrow your eyes, crossing your arms. “What do you want? Surely you have your own little playground to occupy yourself with.”

He steps closer, the air around him thick with the pull of his aura. Mortals nearby pause mid-bet, their attention momentarily drawn to the figure walking toward you. His voice lowers as he leans in, his smirk growing wider.

“Maybe I just missed you, Greed. Isn’t that allowed?”