closed for @bodyscy
if ruby could have found a smaller top, a smaller skirt, to wear tonight, she would have worn it: as it was, the fabric she wore was a poor excuse of an outfit, her breasts nearly spilling out of both the top and bottom of the shirt she called a "crop top". it was clear to anyone with eyes that she wasn't wearing panties, and it felt like with every move she made all eyes were on her. it was the first frat party of the year, but for ruby, it felt like she was a socialite, and this was her big debut. there's a solo cup in her hand, filled with a mix of vodka and who knows what else, as she makes her way across the room, having long abandoned the friends she made in freshman orientation. she spots one of the frat brothers (one of the only ones she hadn't made out with that evening) staring at her and blows him a kiss, turns to make her way toward him when she feels a sharp tug on her arm. she turns around suddenly, her eyes narrowing in annoyance. "can i help you? i'm a little busy at the moment."