One Night in Flowerclock and the world's your poison [Lust]
After he and the rest of his group exchanged notes with the mysterious man, and trudged their way through the drowsy fields of Cloth, they soon arrived at the beginning of a city. Holmes paused at the entrance. "Two are left, Lust, and Pride... I will eat my hat if it's not Lust." The young detective muttered as he turned to the rest of the group with a weary look on his face. Nevermind that he lost his hat somewhere back in Wrath.
He's quite certain this would hold nothing for him, but as for the others.... The Englishman took the first step in - to the dark, steamy alleyways, the smell musky and ripe. They weren't alone - there were shadows flitting across the far walls the flickering forms running, caressing, rutting.
"Well... They're certainly not shy," Sherlock whispered as he noticed that it suddenly got quite warm in this area, as he undid his tie, and loosened his collar, trying to cool down, to breathe - not pant.
He's quite certain this would hold nothing for him, but as for the others.... The Englishman took the first step in - to the dark, steamy alleyways, the smell musky and ripe. They weren't alone - there were shadows flitting across the far walls the flickering forms running, caressing, rutting.
"Well... They're certainly not shy," Sherlock whispered as he noticed that it suddenly got quite warm in this area, as he undid his tie, and loosened his collar, trying to cool down, to breathe - not pant.