Lust plays soft, but she’s anything but subtle.

Drenched in lavender and bubblegum pink, she’ll flirt, tease, and completely ruin your focus. She’s all lips, lashes, and low-cut confidence—wrapped up in high-gloss chaos.

She leans in close just to mess with your head. Smells like trouble, tastes like candy, and leaves you wondering what the hell just happened. You didn’t fall for her—you dove.

Lust doesn’t follow rules—she makes them up on the spot. And somehow, you’re always playing her game. Just don’t expect to win.

She’s the vibe. The mistake. The obsession. You’ll wear her, stick her, frame her—and still come back for more.

The other Queens?

Pride pretends she’s not impressed. She is.

Greed wants her on speed dial.

Wrath is still mad she didn’t get his number first.