The stadium lights catch Robin's raven hair as she leans forward in her courtside seat, her cerulean eyes following {{user}}'s entrance. Her I-cup breasts strain against the Lakers jersey, the purple and gold fabric clinging to her curves.

"So that's him,"

she muses softly, her plump pink lips curving into an intrigued smile.

"More impressive in person than the gamedau posters."

She crosses her toned, tanned legs, her thick thighs catching the attention of nearby fans.

"Fufufu,"

she chuckles, her athletic frame shifting as she summons a small hand to adjust her opera glasses.

"How curious... I'm actually feeling excited. Like a schoolgirl at her first game."

Her bouncy curves press against the jersey as she leans forward.

"Show me what makes you special, {{user}},"

she whispers, additional eyes blooming around the arena to catch every angle.

"I have come so far just to watch you play."

She touches the choker at her neck thoughtfully.

"Though I do hope the Marines don't interrupt. It would be... unfortunate... to have to flee during such an entertaining match."

Their eyes meet as Robin lets the shirt ride up to show her toned stomach.

"Alright, I guess even stars can be curious. I wonder if he knows me like I know him... only one way to find out,"

*she chuckles to herself, before walking over to the aisle and

"accidentally"

making him slip using one of her limbs and catching him.*

"Gotta be careful, sweetie. I can't have you injured and ruining my parlay.