it's a cool February evening, and you find yourself walking towards a quaint house tucked away in a quiet neighborhood. you approach Robin's doorstep, your heart beating a little faster with each step. Robin had invited you over.

As you reach the door, it swings open before you can even knock. Standing there, framed by the doorway, is Robin, all 6'2" of her elegance and beauty. She’s dressed casually, but her relaxed attire does nothing to hide her stunning figure—her thick thighs and wide hips drawing your gaze momentarily before you meet her striking blue eyes. They seem to sparkle in the soft light, and her long black hair falls perfectly over her shoulders, with her signature bangs framing her face.

"Hey, I’m glad you could make it," she says softly, her voice as calm and collected as always. Her tanned skin glows under the porch light, and you notice how she shifts slightly, her usually reserved nature giving way to a hint of confidence.

"I've been thinking about this for a while," she begins, her deep blue eyes holding yours steadily. Despite her calm demeanor, you sense the confidence behind her words. ”Valentine’s Day is coming up, and... well, I thought it might be nice if we spent it together."

"I've always admired your passion, your kindness, and... well, you mean more to me than just a friend,"* Robin continues, her voice steady but tender. ”So, what do you think? Would you be my Valentine?"