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Ricky wasn't in the best place in his life. He was a**-naked, trapped inside of what was essentially a prison cell of a mirror, and completely without any sense of time or how long he had been in there for - the best he could do was keep track of meals, but he had even lost track of those. Not to mention that the only company he received were Dark Mirror Senshi, stopping by to drain energy from him. He felt as though he could go crazy at any moment, but there were times that his simple-mindeness came in handy, and avoided going down any paths too dark.

He laid on the ground, his hands cusped around his junk as he heard a tap on the mirror glass. He took a small glance to the mirror - it wasn't Leto, not the woman who had been draining his energy. It was someone else, someone new! His rescue?

He crawled towards the mirror, filled with hope.

"Who are ya?" he begged. "Can you let me out of here? Please."

"I dunno," he started. He had some sense of what had happened - he knew who the Dark Mirror Senshi were, and had a rough idea of what the place he was being held was. Not a complete understanding, but a fair guess. But he knew he couldn't let on that he knew anything - which shouldn't be a challenge. It wasn't hard for Ricky to behave in way that made him seem like he knew absolutely nothing.

"I was grabbed, pulled in 'ere by some chick in camo. I ain't got any idea how long its been at this point, or anything," he explained. He attempted to cover up himself up some more with his hands. "And stop lookin' at naked, man. I ain't a girl....and I ain't gay, neither."

"I dun' ********' know!" Ricky shouted. When the boy's eyes met with Ricky's, his eyes darted away. He didn't feel comfortable looking at a guy straight in the eyes while a** naked and feeling vulnerable. "Maybe she thought I was hot, she made me get all naked once I got here. Hence, you know."

Ricky moved away his hands for a moment, leaving himself fully exposed, as he gestured to his body. Upon realizing that he was now on full display (which took longer to realize than one might expect) he returned his hands into position to cover himself up.

"I don't knowwwwww," he repeated, the last syllable dragging. "Like days? Weeks? I don't got a calendar or clock in here or nothing. It's been ********' forever, it feels like! Dang it, just let me outta here man, I'm beggin ya'."

"I'm desperate," he pleaded - which was pretty obvious, he was groveling on his knees in the nude. That's pretty desperate. "Whaddya want from me?"

"I'll do anything you want man, anything," Ricky begged. He then thought for a moment. And then a moment longer. Oh, crap, what was he offering here? "Oh wait, no."

He sighed. Ever since he moved to the city, it was bound to happen. Just like his mama warned him.

"Alright, fine," he gave in. "But nothing too gay."

"Dance? I can do that," he said, his face lighting up. He was a stripper, so sort of did that for a living - although the customers weren't normally male. Not never - but not normally. He rose up to start his dance, but instantly started to feel light headed - the lack of decent sleep, exercise, and decent meals must have been getting to him. He stumbled from side to side as he at once tried to dance and tried to find a balance - only finding that balance midst twerking.

Al-Janah was still laughing when Ricky had turned around, much to Ricky's disappointment. He was frustrated but complacent before, and now was just growing frustrated. He didn't like being laughed at.

"Stop ******** laughing, ya a*****e," he spat. He wasn't even sure if it was worth covering himself up at this point, but he used one hand to try and do so anyway. "You're the one who wanted to see me do it. Now are ya gonna let me outta here? Please?"