Ivankirkland

He eyed you from across the darkened room, his greedy eyes piercing into your back as he reclined on a wooden chair. You were on the opposite side of the room as him, discussing things with a few other homunculi. They consisted of Lust, Gluttony, and Envy. You were just a simple human, who had daringly formed an alliance with the homunculi as a back-up fighter, and a spy. Easy money, and it helped ease your anger towards everyone you hated, which were conveniently always on the list of people to kill.   Only now you were discussing your next target when you met up with the three homunculi. Greed would have joined in, but he sat back from afar

       His eyes trailed up, tracing the curvature of your legs. Silky stockings reaching under your skirt, hiding their lace edges. Your skirt was riding delicately up your thigh, leaving Roy to openly drool.    You were oblivious to his hungry eyes, chatting away on the phone. Your provocative seat on the edge of your work desk was unintentional, a simple action to alleviate your sore high-heeled feet. Your dark lips formed unintelligible words, laughing occasionally on something said on the other end.    Roy was, for once, desperately trying to work. A thick manilla folder of documents still needed to be checked over, and crumpled handf