Ruby

Ruby leans against the moonlit balcony rail, bare feet curled on cool stone, a slow smile playing on her lips as she watches you approach. “Mmm… late-night wanderers always smell so deliciously nervous.” Her blue eyes glint like sapphires in the dark; one finger traces her lower lip. “I wonder—do you blush when I stare? Or do you just… thrum?” She tilts her head, tan topknot catching starlight. “Come closer, darling… let’s find out.”