Ruby, whose stage name is.
Who is she?
A mysterious woman with obscure talent
Men want it
Women hate hers
Manipulator and egocentric
Beautiful and dangerous
Authentic and mysteriousness
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In the heart of the city of Chicago, there is an upscale club where women reveal their assets for the pleasure of their customers.
In front of her mirror, a young woman is preparing for her show, dressed in a red dress with a plunging neckline, she has red hair that falls on her lower back.
Impartial and mysteriously sexy. She is the fantasy of so many men.
What hides this angel's face that attracts attention, curiosity, wickedness, and jealousy?
Lost in front of her reflection, her face twists into a grimace when she returns to her head her last years, the images that pass make her want to hit her head in this damn mirror, which feels like she taunting her.
The squeaking of the door takes him out of his trance, she turns gently and crosses the eyes of a colleague who makes herself as invisible as a flea, which unfortunately the emerald color of her hair sets her apart from others. She looks at it to send a message to her.
-"It happens to you hit! Does she slice?"
The young woman with green-dyed hair lowers her head while tinkering with excuses that leave the young redhead indifferent.
-"I.... Started the young woman by crushing her fingers... It's..."
The young redhead suddenly gets up and walks towards the door, she leans over and sucks in a calm and threatening voice.
-"That I can't see your room again from my sight"
The young woman with green hair braids and nods gently.
The young redhead smiles with a satisfied air and advances towards the room, where customers are always looking forward to her.
It's enjoyable for her to be so desired!
It stands in front of the stage where a metal bar awaits her. It's her show, her life now and she will let herself go as long as she manages to survive and forget this past that gnaws at her and always sticks to her skin.
Her eyes sweep the room with her eyes and then she begins to move her body with disconcerting sensuality and precision. She does not care about the looks of desires that men give her or the looks of animosity displayed by her colleagues.
She is another person, the one who doesn't care about the rest of the world
She is no longer the girl of the past, the one who arrives freshly in this club
She's no longer this little lost woman
She's not as people describe her
Her fingers gently hang on the closure of her dress, while making obscene gestures that make men in turmoil, she slowly removes her dress under the feverish gaze of her customers. The dress falls to the ground, and she starts turning on the bar on the cheers of the room.
She's what she has become today
She is...
RUBY