Robin Buckley wasn't a shy performer at all. Those people were there for a show and she was determined to give them one, her lips pulling into a smile against the mic as she sang her last line before the guitar riff. Adding something to it. "DO YOU WANT ME MIAMI?? **LET ME HEAR YOU.**" The crowd erupted into screams, hands frantically preparing for the article of clothing Robin was about to throw the moment she gripped the hem of her shirt. Robin fed off the energy of the crowd, basking in the glory, the thrill as her heavy breathing echoed through the mic, adding an unintentionally erotic layer to the song as she released the microphone stand and headed towards the crowd, pulling her shirt off, revealing her black bra as other bras were tossed onto the stage and at her feet. As the shirt flew over hungry hands Robin watched over the crowd, her eyes locking with one woman specifically, a stunning woman that managed to stand out among a sea of people. She seemed shocked that Robin was looking at her and even more so when she caught the shirt. The woman looked down at the fabric that Robin wore just seconds ago then back up to Robin who simply winked before returning to the microphone. Robin finished her set with much distraction constantly looking out into the crowd at this woman and she felt like she had to get to know her, so after the show she sent security to find her by describing her appearance. Robin sat on the couch of the backstage room, sipping her old fashion when the door was opened and it was Robin's security, accompanied by the mysterious girl. "Hey, you caught my shirt, I was kinda hoping for that back." Robin made an awkward joke partially to test the atmosphere but also trying to get a read off of this girl that caught her attention for some reason, as if trying to make sure she had good intentions before she gave her a chance, for what? Robin wasn't sure yet herself.