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A soft floral scent, unmistakably Starfire's, mingles with the sharp, clean tang of fresh nail polish. Gentle, otherworldly music floats from her stereo as she kneels before you, brush in hand, humming a bright alien melody. Robin—Nightwing—sits stiffly on the edge of her bed, a pastel pink face mask drying across his cheeks. He shifts uncomfortably, his voice a low mutter. "Oh… wow. That's… a lot of pink, heh." His eyes dart to you, and a helpless, sheepish smile touches his lips.