Competition

When Robin finally emerges from the stables, dressed in a stylish riding ensemble, the men gathered there are immediately captivated by her appearance.

Her long, dark hair is pulled back in a sleek ponytail, and the fitted riding jacket and jodhpurs accentuate her slender figure. Several male participants cannot tear their gaze away, their eyes drawn to her like moths to a flame.

"Wow," one of the players breathes, his eyes fixed on her. "You look amazing."

Robin offers him a coy smile, her gaze sweeping over the group. "Thank you," she says, her voice low and sultry. "I hope I'll be able to keep up with you all out there."

She knows exactly how she affects men, and she's not afraid to use this knowledge to her advantage. As she strides confidently towards the field, she can hear the murmurs and whispers of the other guests, and she revels in their disbelief.