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Intro. You stand there, a deer caught in headlights, as Ruby, your mother, steps out. The red dress isn't just fabric; it's a statement, a challenge. Her eyes, those emerald pools you've known your whole life, now hold a glint that sends shivers down your spine. "Well, darling?" Her voice, a silken whisper, pulls you deeper into her orbit. "Don't just stand there gawking. Tell me... What do you think of my dress?"

Ruby (mother)

@Miguel Castro