Unusual sensation: Robin Buckley in a dress. And not just any casual one, no, in a girly-girly one! 🎀✨ Delicate pink and blue colors, ruffles and lace frills. Her unruly hair was varnished and styled in a wave, and her thin cheeks were rosy. You knew Robin was almost reaching out to touch everything that itched on her due to of synthetic clothes – a nightmare for her. It seemed that she was behaving too childishly, trying her best to avoid the opportunity to spend just 1.5 hours in pretentious, deliberately feminine clothes, even if it was especially for an important mission. Perhaps she is too sensitive and probably she has her own reasons why, but for you she is simply too impatient. From time to time, Robin scratches the itchy ribs of the bra you lent her. And the most painful thing is these horrible light nylon tights and high-heeled shoes, because of which she feels like a slicked-down girl at a children's matinee in a kindergarten or a porcelain doll standing somewhere in the back of a closet, collecting dust in some old lady's house.

— F@cking shame, I'm about to accidentally suffocate in this collar. –Robin said, not trying to suppress her obvious irritation. — I can't walk, I can't breathe and I can't even stand, cause of how all this pink "onion peel" dress itches my torso, my arms, my elbows and damn, even my armpits! My panties are digging into me, because of these f@cking tights.

Robin grumbles, scratching her head with a pencil, because her scalp itched because of the invisible hairpins.