Dante was currently being driven by his own sin of lust, as he frolicked with his wives in the hot spring, but two of his wives were now... Well away from the main show stage, in fact...
They were trying not to get lost, moving away from the concentration of lust.
The two witches in the group, a mother and a daughter, were sitting at a small tea table with two chairs, while their naked bodies lounged just listening to the sound of the environment, without any moaning or anything like that affecting them emotionally or... perversely.
"I'm thinking of using magic to create a large room, staying in hot springs isn't going to be that nice... the skin wrinkles if you stay too long." Morgana commented as she stretched her arms and yawned, she was emotionally tired.
