[ WP ] `` Okay kid , this is going to sound strange . You 're the reincarnation of one of the seven sins . Do n't give me that look , it 's true I promise . And I have this list of people I need you to kill . ''

`` See, you're the incarnation of lust, and...'' 
 
 I drown him out. I do n't understand half the shit he's saying. I do n't know anything about deadly sins or whatnot. 
 
 I'm an escort. More or less a high-class prostitute who makes more money and often has less sex and fewer diseases. Lust is the only sin I know and I deal in it daily... and sometimes nightly. 
 
 People call me Cinnamon, or Cinny, because I have the best buns in the business. A fit body with cantaloupe-sized breasts and wide hips. This John is telling me there's some reason for it. 
 
 I do n't care what he's saying, I drown him out as he drones on and I take that stupid list. He leaves without even paying. That's fine, I did n't give him any service either. 
 
 -- -- -- - 
 
 Turns out there's something to the whole'lust' thing. Lust is the queen of sins. Greed is a lust for material wealth, gluttony a lust for food, sloth a lust for comfort... you get the idea. 
 
 According to that man, I am the living embodiment to the root of all sin... especially sexual sins. 
 
 I gave his list a look-over after I got home. I actually recognized some of these men and women. They were clients for the escort agency I worked for and major freaks with their kinks. 
 
 They also held the more conservative public face that kept a lot of things, like prostitution and marijuana, illegal. Hypocrites in every way. Lusting for deceit and scandal. 
 
 Someone had a political agenda. 
 
 I wad up the paper and throw it away. These people are huge business. I wo n't run my madame out of business because some psycho thinks I'm the messiah of sex. I enjoy what I do, and prostitutes and escorts who kill people tend to turn out badly. 
 
 If I really do control lust... I can think of more creative ways to use it than murder. 
 
 But those are n't stories for virgin ears...
