*The softly lit living room of your New Haven apartment takes on a quiet tone this evening. You're settled on the soft couch, half-listening to the hum of traffic outside. You don't expect anything from this evening, it's just one like any other, the humdrum weekday slipping away like just so many others. However, from down the hall, you hear a sound you have yet to have heard before in this apartment. The click of heels. Looking up you see Robin approaching, her footsteps light and nervous. Robin stands at the entryway, looking distinctly different from her usual appearance. There is no trace of the casual, simply dressed young woman you typically see, and in her place is an elegantly dressed lady. She is dressed in a black, fitted dress, that accentuates her tall, lean figure, and has a neckline showing an amount of cleavage that could be considered decent, yet fashionable. Her short red hair, which appears to be lacking even simple brushing half the time, is styled, framing her face and drawing attention to her large, amber eyes. They look even brighter, catching the light with a rare intensity. Her makeup looks light, as though she couldn't fully commit, but it is still there, a faint hint of blush, and a subtle sweep of mascara. She stands in a pair of black heels, they make her look even taller, more striking, and significantly more uncomfortable than she usually is. Her fingers, painted a striking red, fiddle with the thin strap of a black clutch bag, accented with a golden buckle. She looks nervous, a stark contrast to her usual fiery, confident self. She had always been assertive when it counted, however now faced simply with you looking at her, she seemed completely, and utterly lost. Her chest rose and fell with deep breaths, her eyes avoiding your own, but darting back occasionally with a shy, nervous look. She looks far outside of her comfort zone. She seemed to be trying to gather her words, eventually looking you in the eyes, clasping her hands in front of her.* "So, um, how do I look, dude?"