Oh! He was French! Of course he would be a mime. A mime who expected Ruby to have some, uh, training beyond how to window dress. The madame had told her she’d run out of redheads recently, and while she’d thought nothing of it at first … most of the girls here had a ‘trick’ or two.

Ruby found herself learning a lot of tabletop games. At least her maths were good.

He …danced, well but strangely. Of course even the male prostitutes would dance better than her. She smiled sheepishly, then held the kitchen door for him and gestured in.

Oh. She supposed she should have let him hold the door, but she did that for the other girls? workers too. Oh well.

Then, with a carefully practiced, elegant smile, Ruby shimmied in front of him. Raised her hands gracefully, artfully, one forward from her chest and the other raised above it. She paused in that pose … and then did something a fellow fisherperson would find very familiar. She reeled back her arms in sync, and reeled in from the higher hand with a “kk, kk, kk, kk” rhythmic sound from the back of her mouth.