The doors of the elevator opened to an aristocratic view: marble floor, Greek columns, great mirrors framed in gold, couches and armchairs with delicate flower patterns, porcelain tea sets with golden rims and a rich assortment of biscuits.
Cassandra: "Tea time floor?".
Knight: "Close enough. Welcome to Sloth."
Cassandra: "I should have guessed."
Knight: "Here it's always tea time. They don't let their pleasures wait unattended. We don't just let anyone here, but I'll make an exception for you tonight as I see you are still figuring out your sin."
Cassandra: "I should feel honoured nonwithstanding the fact I did not come all this way from planet Earth to engage in pointless sin."
Knight: "Pointless?!"
A young lady comes towards them: "Master Knight! What a pleasure to have you here! Please recite us Flaubert!"
A chorus of youthful girls followed her forming a small crowd: "Is it Knight? Oh please! Please! Master Knight! Flaubert! Flaubert!"
Knight broke into a childish smile, blushing: "Oh well" he raises his fingers behind the ear. The room becomes dark and a spotlight shines on him. He straightens his face and starts his soliloquy: "I feel old, used, nauseated by everything. Others bore me like myself. Nonetheless I work, but without enthusiasm. How you would do a homework. All I expect from life is a sequence of sheets of paper to be scribbled in black. It seems to me to be going through an endless loneliness, to end I don't know where. And it is I myself who are from time to time the desert, the traveler and the camel."
Girly squeals and awes followed. Knight glances at Cassandra who was looking unimpressed.
Cassandra: "A result of humor alterations typical of those who, having abused of pleasure, find themselves unable to desire. Pointless, let's move on.".
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STARDOM: The Fallen Knight
Science FictionA former superstar that now runs a nightclub of the Seven Deadly Sins lacks a sisterly figure at the edge of a galactic war.
