#*gluttony

[lust-monster]

(PAST) The Tale of Blood and Bones.

In a lifetime where everything revolved around club lights, heavy beats, even heavier dancing. A room filled to the rims with hormones, and here he was right in the exact middle of it all, getting drunk off of women and alcohol.

He was sure living the high life now.

Without a second thought he moved to the next girl, glazing his hands over her sides, resting on her hips as he began grinding over her. Within moments, several other women joined in, lured by the blue blood running through his very veins.

They were all attractive women, he would admit that much. Of course, none of them were to his standards.

That didn't mean he couldn't enjoy this any less. He particularly admired the way lips crawled along his neckline, his collarbone, greedy hands groping at his tight ripped-style jeans and up through the thin fabric of shirt, everyone desperate to turn him on... maybe he could have an orgy tonight. That would be fun.

He let out a low chuckle, embracing each and every moment... until that feeling burst through his veins.

Familiarity.

There was another sin in the crowd.

"Excuse me, ladies."

He slipped his way out, and into the crowd, ignoring the groping hands and naughty bodies running along his own.

He had to find him.