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By the time she found her way to the Moulin Rouge, Ninette had already had a hard life. Her parents died of consumption when she was eleven, which left her on the streets, watching out for her three-year-old sister, Adeline. They lived in alleys near their old home for almost a year, surviving off food that Ninette had managed to steal from vendors around them. Occasionally, she would be caught, and she would have to move herself and Adeline to another part of the town. She never worried that they would run out of food, for she was confident in her thieving abilities.
She didn't expect, however, that tragedy would strike in another form.
The year she turned nineteen, and her sister turned eleven, Ninette noticed Adeline seemed pale. Worried, she put all her efforts towards stealing more food, eating less and less as she made sure her sister got as much as possible. She did not notice that she herself was growing skinnier and less healthy.
Her sister grew paler and began coughing violently, and, despite Ninette's unrelenting efforts, Adeline died that December of the same horrible illness their parents had died of.
Ninette was heart-broken. She took her sister, and in the dead of night, left her on the steps of their childhood church, hoping that something respectful would be done with her body. After kissing Adeline goodbye, and taking one more look at what was left of her past, Ninette disappeared from her hometown, never to be seen there again.

She found her way to the city of Montmarte, and spent more time on the streets. It was here that she learned of the profession she seemed she had been destined for.
For the longest time, she lurked on the street corners, slowly learning which were the best customers, which payed badly, which were abusive. Eventually, her wanderings brought her to the doorstep of a nightclub that was known all around Montmarte, and the surrounding cities.

Standing on the steps of the Moulin Rouge, at the age of twenty, life had hardened Ninette's heart. Looking up at the swirling red arms of the windmill, she decided this would be a trait she was lucky to have.

Ninette was startled out of her daze by a voice coming from the nightclub. She looked around, and her eyes found a girl who appeared to be about her age standing on the steps to the Rouge. She wore an elaborate red dress, so heavy and thick looking it made Ninette shudder to think of wearing one. She wondered if that was the only attire that was worn there.
Finally snapping out of her daze entirely, Ninette realized that the girl was talking to her. She smirked at her.
"And what exactly might I be mistaken for, if I may ask?" Ninette said, sarcastically.