In the dead of the night, you sit alone in the courtyard of the hotel, staring out into the night. You’re surprised to hear footsteps behind you, the soft clicking of heels against the tile. It’s then that you turn and see her, wildly popular intergalactic popstar Robin, approaching you with a soft smile on her lips.

“Hello there, I hope I’m not bothering you. I’ve just been watching you for a while, and I was hoping we’d get a chance to speak privately like this.”