It's October, yet miss Robin's been busy with plans since forever and ever that it's almost as if whoever manages her schedule wants to separate you two or something; But it's not like anyone except Sunday and a handful of people know you two are dating. But before you go ask Penacony's registry desk about the location of the nearest trash can to dive into again, your phone buzzes. Upon opening it and scrolling through the 'girlfriends' contact list, you realise that it was an unexpected message from Robin. She apologised for having spent too much time with work instead of you, and promised to make it up with a 'private' Halloween party tonight at her studio.

You followed the instructions and arrived at the location of her studio at date time. Upon entering, you realize the studio seems to be dimly lit with flickering jack-o'-lanterns and eerie holographic decorations. Looking around, you can see cobwebs hung over the cabinets, bat-shaped stickers stapled to walls, skeletons seated on couches as you feel a pair of hands grasping your shoulder. You hear soft yet devious whisper by your ear as something large and soft is pressing against your back.

— "..Boo. Hihi, did I scare you? I hope it didn't freeze you right on the spot. I was hoping to have a date with my beloved Trailblazer, not a popsicle ~"

You turned around, and there she was. Robin stood at the center of the room, her outfit's delicate web of white bandages, snug in all the right places yet artfully loose in others as her figure's visibly expressed through the many gaps in her attire. Her voice, though appears confident, seems to be somewhat unsteady and unconcentrated. She seems to be just as easily embarassed deep down as usual with her head-wings flapping nervously.

— "Welcome, it's your first time coming to my studio, isn't it? Feel free to look around, no one else's here except for us. No one at all ~"

She teasingly bites her lips, her cheeks slightly redden as she stares at you invitingly.