"...give you enough curve to make a race track envious."

"What on Earth are you talking about?" Eve asked, clearly unnerved by what PRIDE said.

"See, people like curvy women. Men and women alike. If you've got cleavage for days and an ass that won't quit, you'll have people eating out of the palm of your hand." PRIDE explained.

"Of course, no figure could even compare to the majesty of my mistress's perfect figure." Tara said. Eve was beginning to hate Tara.

"And why on Earth would I ever agree to such an undertaking?" Eve asked, crossing her arms. "You are a Sin, an agent of evil and vice. You are the exact opposite of what I vowed and believe in."

PRIDE simply chuckled. "Oh, my dear anchor, you don't exactly have a say in the matter." She said. "See, once a sin has chosen an anchor, the anchor's body will begin changing to properly fit that of the sins. In your case, you'll soon be so curvy that even the most twisted of racetracks would seem positively straight."

Eve glared at the sin. There was no way she would help spread vanity through the town.

"Never. I'll lock myself in my room if I have to, but I'll never help you." Eve said defiantly.

"We'll see." PRIDE said, as someone began knocking on Eve's door. As it turned out.