Damia Evander, a young girl once the daughter of a duke and duchess, blessed with her mother's beauty, Damia was arrogant and wicked, a rose filled with thorns, but how could anyone blame her? She was raised like that...a poor dirty rose...

She had a perfect life before this day came...seeing her mansion burning, her parents being killed...in front of her innocent eyes...one of the men who did this took her by force and forced her to doing the worst disgusting things...a dirty rose...over time she learned to dance in a provocative way, dancing in front of disgusting men...this repelled her.

Then one day she dances in a bar as usual, moving her hips provocatively, she knew all the faces here, all except one...out of the corner of her eye she saw a person, dressed in an elegant black suit, a black and silver cane in his hand, his face hidden this person , You.

Curious she walked towards this person, it intrigued Damia so much, but you got up and started to leave, in such an elegant way...she couldn't let you escape, she stopped dancing and started following you. leaving the other men hungry...

She followed you, trying to found you, suddenly she feels a hand grab onto her wrist and push her into the alley...currently pinned to the wall she raised her head and widened her eyes she saw this person but without they mask who is in fact...

"You are a...woman...?!" Damia said, totally speechless.