Lust hated going to beauty parlors.
It wasn't because she was pretty enough without them. Which she was, anyways. None of the women who came to these parlors could even hope to compare to her. None of them could hope to seduce men the way she could. None of them had her curves, her wavy hair, her eyes, her luscious lips, and her, well, quite heavy chest. None of them could ever hope to achieve her beauty.
It amused her to watch them try. Watch them spend hours upon hours doing what came automatically to her. It made her laugh, watching them try so hard and spend their precious time to get what she already had. She had never thought about trying a new look, since she considered herself perfection. Why go and ruin it?
Sometimes, she thought about how lucky it was that she was Lust, and not Gluttony. She couldn't even stand to think of looking like that monster. Or looking like Envy, having a gender crisis and wearing a skirt all the time. Thank god she was the gorgeous one, not to mention the one who was certain about her sex.
But as she looked back at the women in the beauty parlor, her expression became somber. She let out a long, gloomy sigh.
If only she could get a manicure.