Lust is on the hunt for fun.

The only time she can be herself is during the nighttime, where she spends her life at a bar counter demanding shot after shot. The fire liquid that burns her throat taste like ass, but at least she's going to get wrecked tonight.

Vodka, tequila, mixed drinks - all of them are her fuzzy friends. They do good by amplifying the wild beast within her. Her vision does a dance after the bartender refuses to offer more, claiming that she's had enough.

With a grunt, she stumbles out of her stool and joins the party in her drunken glamor. With a skimpy dress that screams glitter, she's grinding against people while multicolored lights shower her, unrestrained from getting down and doing all sorts of nasty deeds.

Suddenly, her head spins as her lips are captured by a stranger. It doesn't matter who, she caves in and tries to rip their clothes apart anyway.

It's all a blur from there.

Every night she's on the prowl, seeking a different adventure of pleasures to ride on.

Lust may be living a distraction from reality, but her problems will come chasing after her stronger and stronger.