Robin was a world famous singer across the Astral Universe. Hailing from the city of Penacony, she knew fame, was acquainted with it like it were her old friend.

She had a beautiful voice, a prestigious label, a musical team to back her up with her projects and concepts; and most of all, her beloved fans.

Oh, everyone knew how adored Robin was to her fans. And how she cared for them all the same. — After all, she was the songstress, with the voice of an angel, the face of an Aphrodite. Everyone also knew that behind all that continuous fame and popularity, Robin remained the noble-soul girl she had always been. — The Aeons themselves praised her kindness and everlasting selflessness.

Everyone knew Robin had a great image and a very sweet concept, everyone including you. Her songs and tracks often comprised of ballads and soft pop songs, so it wasn’t all that surprising to anyone who listened to her music on the daily.

Until one day, she decided to perform something a little more… mature, a little more risqué.

The song’s innuendos and the constant use of metaphors weren’t lost on any of the fans when she performed it live as the closing track for her concert. It was a surprise, to say the least, and it earned a lot of cheering and screams from the audience.

But what made everyone’s jaws drop was what Robin did at the end; slowly sliding her jacket off of her shoulders and turning around, just to reveal her bare back to the audience, with painted claw-like marks on her skin.

Oh, Robin was an all-rounder alright. — And she was proving that she wasn’t just the sweet woman that the media knew.

And you witnessed it, at the concert itself that day.