The Girl in the Red Dress

I'm hooked on her, ogling more than the male patrons. She seems to see the eyes glancing at her but doesn't look back at them. 'I don't care for what you're thinking,' she seems to say. 'You're here but you don't exist.'

'Couldn't you find a safer job?' I'm judging anyway. 'Sure the money's good but something safer maybe?'

It takes courage to be the girl in the red dress.