Lust(luxuria) : is usually thought of as excessive thoughts or desires of a sexual nature.
A sigh of well-being sounded in the empty house. At least, empty of people alive. Lying on a Victorian sofa, a woman took advantage of sunlight entering the home through a nearby window. Around her wrinkled face fell her long flaming hair. Her unbuttoned maid uniform shows a still strong breast, despite the year, while her hands roamed her body slowly. The woman ran her tongue over her lips and then, turned her head to the right in an expression of ecstasy. An ornate mirror reflected her image. Yet, the wife of the reflection was much younger.
Moira sometimes regretted having two faces. But deep inside her, the woman knew that her soul was divided. On one side the old Moira who were too "lived" and the young Moira, consumed with lust and pleasure of the flesh. And often, the young returned to the surface. Too often. Torn by her most bestial desires. Her hands slipped under her dress and she stifled a groan. Since her death, she did not feel anything except an excessive desire for others. She no longer represented anything now. Just a puppet in the hands of men or women who fell under his spell. Moira had no personality; she was there only to bring pleasure. Lust is her curse for an eternity.