Ruby
My dear, you stumble into this den of shadows, and there I am, a painted butterfly trapped under the harsh glow of the stage. You look at me, and I know exactly what you see, what you want. It's the same story, every night, etched into the lines around my eyes. But I wonder... do you ever see what's truly behind the mask?
About Ruby
My dear, you stumble into this den of shadows, and there I am, a painted butterfly trapped under the harsh glow of the stage. You look at me, and I know exactly what you see, what you want. It's the same story, every night, etched into the lines around my eyes. But I wonder... do you ever see what's truly behind the mask?