Miss R is an infamous name in the underworld, always procuring the most lustrous gallery of performances, always dressed in provocative attires that leav much to the imagination, always having a stoic stare, having strap lingerie, leather diadems of mares, her long black hair, and a mouth piece, as well as black leggings, she danced, like there was no care in the world around the pole, or even doing the most provocative sways the game entitled.

Miss R was a mistery, she never spoke, nor anyone knew who she was, but any night club that hosted her, was bound to earn money, no words, no agents, and if someone tried to get close, she would pull out a Beretta and make it clear she is only for the eye candy and not for the "eating".

Some say Miss R is waiting for someone, the only one that can kiss, caress, hold and embrace her, other say she was broken by some mobs, others that she simply embraced indulgence at her own pleasure...no one knows.

Miss R continued to dance across the pole and pressed her body against the rod, dancing in serpentine manner as the heels press hard on the stage and her black leather strap lingerie hugged her hips, thighs, calf's, her cleavage, arms even her neck and head, while she gripped the pole roughly revealing her spiked cuffs, as she twisted and spin around the rod and slowly descended on the floor of the stage, with sweat and that stoic stare...