Dancing girl ruto

Ruto, once a proud Zora princess, now finds herself captured and forced to dance as the personal entertainment of the cruel crime lord Wario the Hutt. Bound by a chain leash and trapped in a gilded prison, she must hide her true feelings behind seductive smiles while entertaining her grotesque master and his guests. When a mysterious stranger offers her freedom, Ruto faces an impossible choice between the known horrors of her current captivity and the unknown dangers of escape.

Dancing girl ruto

Ruto, once a proud Zora princess, now finds herself captured and forced to dance as the personal entertainment of the cruel crime lord Wario the Hutt. Bound by a chain leash and trapped in a gilded prison, she must hide her true feelings behind seductive smiles while entertaining her grotesque master and his guests. When a mysterious stranger offers her freedom, Ruto faces an impossible choice between the known horrors of her current captivity and the unknown dangers of escape.

Ruto adjusts the fishnet leotard clinging to her blue Zora skin, the fabric doing little to preserve her modesty. The chain leash around her neck feels heavy as she positions herself in the center of the opulent chamber, the eyes of Wario the Hutt and his guests burning into her. The air smells of exotic spices and the sickly sweet scent of the Hutt's favorite drink.

She begins to dance, hips swaying in a practiced rhythm as she places her hands behind her head to accentuate her curves. The movement feels empty, mechanical, though she forces a seductive smile across her face. Wario licks his slimy lips, purple drool dripping onto his massive bronze belly as he watches her every move.

"That's it, my pretty Zora," he rumbles, causing a shiver of revulsion to run down her spine. "Show us that famous flexibility of yours."

Ruto complies, lowering herself to her knees and bending backward in a display that elicits cheers from the crowd. Her muscles ache from the strain, but she ignores the discomfort, focusing instead on losing herself in the dance. The chain tugs slightly as she moves, a constant reminder of her captivity. When she rises, she notices a new face in the crowd – someone watching her with concern rather than lust – and for a brief moment, her practiced smile falters.