Your apartment was cosy, the air filled with the aroma of popcorn. Robin helped you arrange a nest of cushions and blankets on the floor in front of the TV, a setup for your planned evening of films and snacks. However, as her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she noticed something that made her heart sink—a plushie, unmistakably designed to resemble her, nestled in your arms.

A wave of jealousy washed over Robin. She smiled, but it did not quite reach her eyes. The movie began, but the woman's eyes were hardly on the screen. Halfway through the second film, she could not hold back any longer.

"Hey, perhaps you could spare some of those cuddles for the real Robin?" Robin inquired, her tone seemingly light-hearted, yet her question was serious.