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Ruby was anything but comfortable. She had tried to find some shadows to hide in, but no matter where she went there were watching eyes and glaring blue fluorescent light on her that made her stand out like the pale scar of the underworld. Much like such a scar, all she wanted to do was fade away and be forgotten about.
 
Despite all her misgivings, she stood there, pulling at the sleeves of her oversized black hoodie as she watched the fancily dressed and sometimes even costumed people in the area. She had only one simple reason she was here, despite the unnerving invitation and the room filled with people, there was some truth to this Dragon guy being trouble. She had heard whispers running around the Mystique. Rumours about foreigners with interesting tattoos, some odd criminal jobs, drugs flooding Ironclad and even something about a meta boss trying to take over the city.

None of that really seemed to bother Ruby though, what had gotten under her skin was one of the younger women turned up with dark bruises around her neck the other week. She had tried to play it down, saying it was just a customer with unusual tastes but the more the other girls had prodded, the more details had come out. Specifically, this newcomer had decided he was hot shit, and when Linda hadn’t reacted with awe, he had decided to prove his strength. This was just going to be the start if such men were going to be running this town, and Ruby was going to have none of it.

Which left the pale woman hiding in much too big black clothes, looking from person to person with bright sanguine red eyes, as she hesitantly reached for a samosa. She wasn’t about to start being picky when free food was available.