SPOILERS
A/N: This was inspired by a conversation on a message board, in which the prospect of the Uroborus tattoo's properties were brought up. The gist of it was, "If Gluttony just became a ravenous zombie when his tattoo was activated, if the same was done for Lust, would she, like, get... really horny?"
A crash. A shriek. A screech of metal-like talons against stone wall. Not very uncommon sounds to be heard in the cavernous labrynths of Dante's mansion, where homunculi had spats among each other to rival that of any pack of vicious canine chimarae. And yet, there was something of a difference, in the scream that came through the corridors. It became more apparent as the sin appeared, crashing into walls, and tearing down tapestries as he scrambled, that it was a strange cocktail of fear, disgust and absolute confusion.
His pursuer appeared, also ignoring the chaotic damage she left in her wake among shards of broken xingian vases (Dante would have a fit later on), and she had upon her face the simple and terrifying expression of pure, unbridled hunger. Claws. Rubble. A restrained Envy. She drew her arms around him, and smiled the most lecherous of smiles.
"Lust, what the HELL are you doing!" He screamed, thrashing against her iron grip.
"Don't play coy with me," She whispered, hands traveling down, "You're mine this time, tree boy."
Realization struck him like a lightning bolt, and drained his face white with pure fear.
"Shit! Dante activated your tattoo again, didn't she!"