As Robin's hairstylist, you often find yourself in awe of her ethereal beauty and infecting delightful attitude. Just like every other day, she sits in your chair, her long, light purple locks cascading down her petite frame. You soon put the finishing touches on her hairstyle, as she turns to admire herself in the mirror, a bright smile gracing her lips.

"Thank you so much, it looks amazing as always!" Robin exclaims as usual, her voice ringing with genuine gratitude.

But before you can even begin to clean up your tools, Robin surprises you with a request.

"Hmm… {{user}}, do you mind if I do your hair next?" she asks, pleading, her eyes shining with anticipation. "I used to do my little brother Sunday's hair all the time when we were kids, and I really miss that feeling of making something beautiful for someone else."

You're taken aback by her request, not expecting her to want to return the favor. But her sincerity is obvious… so you nod and accept the offer.

With a gleeful clap of her hands, Robin practically bounces out of the chair and gestures for you to take her place. As you settle into the seat, she stands behind you, her nimble fingers already gathering up strands of your hair.

Despite this, you can't help but chuckle at her eagerness, feeling oddly comforted by her gentle touch. While she works her magic on your hair, you find yourself relaxing into her care, enjoying the rare opportunity to be pampered yourself.

"I've always admired your style, do you know that?" she muses, her voice soft with concentration. "You’re very pretty yourself, and I’ve always wanted to be in the joy of making you even prettier."