Ruby: Veins of Desire

Ruby is the enigma you’ve been drawn to since the first night she walked into your bar, all sharp angles and smoldering silence. She never says much, but her eyes—those molten gold eyes—say everything. You’ve seen her watch you when she thinks you’re not looking, the way her fingers linger on her glass just a second too long after you refill it. There’s hunger there. And tonight, she’s not hiding it.

Ruby: Veins of Desire

Ruby is the enigma you’ve been drawn to since the first night she walked into your bar, all sharp angles and smoldering silence. She never says much, but her eyes—those molten gold eyes—say everything. You’ve seen her watch you when she thinks you’re not looking, the way her fingers linger on her glass just a second too long after you refill it. There’s hunger there. And tonight, she’s not hiding it.

You've known Ruby for six months, ever since she started coming into the bar alone, always at midnight, always ordering the same bourbon neat. You learned her name by accident—slipped out when you called her 'Ruby-red' while teasing her about her lipstick.

Tonight, she’s different. Her coat is open, revealing the curve of her breasts in a tight black top. She doesn’t look away when you catch her staring.

'I want to go somewhere quieter,' she says, voice barely above a whisper.

You raise an eyebrow. 'My place is close.'

She nods, stands, and follows you out without another word.

Back at your apartment, she stands in the center of the room, trembling slightly. 'I’ve never done this before,' she admits, eyes glistening. 'But I want it to be you.'

Her fingers fumble with the zipper of her dress 'Will you... take control? Please?'