Sin. It was ubiquitous. It was present in everyone. Traces of it were left in every country, every city… Sin was a disease that spread just like a whore’s legs and wild fire… Even those who ‘trekked the path of Light‘ were not safe. In fact -- they were the ones that carried sin the most… however, anyone who lived in Imperial City -- visited even -- were on Sin’s tongue… One sin was currently roaming the streets hopping from club to club where druggies inconspicuously exchanged sex, money, or other drugs for the drug they craved. Envy was clad in a buxom blue-eyed broad. The French woman’s hair was the color of champagne and her skin was the soft, creamy color of a brown egg. Envy this body was as good as her last host; the Brazilian goddess. She was perfectly flawless… It was capable of turning heads and stopping someone dead in their tracks… As far as Envy was concerned, she’d turned the phrase ‘If looks could kill‘ in to ‘Looks can kill‘, and into an entirely different meaning… A grin played across the sin’s face the wonderful scene for her, horrid for others replayed over and over in her head. ~The sins eyes raked over the young business man’s body from toe to head. He had neat, wavy brown hair and olive green eyes…. Well built, too. Too bad there was a woman clinging to his arm… Not that the bitch could ever stop Envy from getting what she wanted. The WALK sign flashed and the broad on his arm let go to walk across the street. Envy grinned. Now the woman would realize just how much she loved, or wanted her husband. The sin’s leopard print pumps clicked and clacked against the concrete as she strut towards him. Envy could hear the quickening of his pulse of the man’s heart as they neared one another, and he licked his lips as his mouth suddenly felt dry. Her grin widened as they finally passed one another and she lifted her arm, wiggling her fingers at him in a half-assed greeting. “Hey there, Tiger.“, she said in a smooth, rich and velvety tone that rolled gracefully off the tip of her tongue. The young male dazzle stopped in mid-step, expecting her to halt and hold a conversation with him in the middle of the street… “Dante? Dante! What the hell are you doing?! Get over here!“ Oh, a demanding little wench he had… Dante, however, did not hear her. He only paid attention to the retreating figure of a woman who was wearing tight, black leather pants, a long sleeved, off-the-shoulder-blouse, and a black leather corset around her abdomen over the material of her blouse. Unfortunately for this ‘Dante’, the man in his run-down vehicle was having a rough day, and he’d missed the man’s warning… As soon as Envy’s left foot set down firmly on the sidewalk, the screeching of tires and screams of many viewers rung through her ears. The shit-eating grin on her face never faltered as she took one glance over her shoulder at the gruesomely delightful scene before walking away unnoticed… Ah, those screams were music to her ears.~ The screams still made her giddy like a school girl… but they weren’t as enjoyable now that they weren’t fresh… So now Envy was bored, but she didn’t want to drop in on her cousins or siblings just yet… She was going to bag another toy before she dealt with any bitching or nagging for her disappearance. Especially from Blasphemy… However he was going to bitch at her for an entirely different reason… Probably even kill this host - which is why she wasn’t going anywhere near her cousins mansion… at least not for another couple of hours… or a day. Envy had done nothing to Blasphemy except put him in his place. She wanted to show him that he wasn’t as righteous as he thought… and the plan had worked. The thought of her determined, and finally successful antics pleased her. The only downfall was that Remmy had run away to Italy, ashamed of what he’d allowed to happen. She couldn’t continue to mind-fuck him… Sigh. Oh, well… He’d return soon and she could try it again… For now, Envy roamed the district with-a large bag to show desperate junkies that she had money, hoping that one would attempt to steal from her… Sometimes, Envy felt that baiting was one of the fun parts of getting a new toy…