Lust saw the large, dark skinned man as he was wheeled in to the dining hall. Even in the demeaning chair she could see how broad and muscled he was. Larger and darker than even her scarred man, who had always been the epitome of the virile warrior on Lust's mind. He certainly did look as though he'd had a rough night.

Lust picked up her tray and crossed the room, hips swaying as she moved to stand across from the man.

"Barret Wallace?" she asked, her voice its usual husky purr.