Set after Episode 10
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Robin's fingers deftly undid the tie on her halter top, allowing the scant material to fall into her hands. She was glad to be rid of it, to not feel so exposed to the world anymore. As she pulled on her conservative Victorian dress that had been her attire since youth, she recalled Doujima's words when she first protested against the halter top.
"You're not in the convent anymore, Robin."
She finished closing the tiny buttons that ran to the top of her dress, taking comfort in the high neckline. She stepped out of the empty conference room and into the main area of the STN-J office. In front of her, the elevator doors opened, and Amon stepped out. Her eyes met his, for a moment that was neither long nor short, before he looked away.
No, she wasn't in the convent anymore.
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A/N: Thanks for reading my first drabble (ever), and my first venture into the WHR fandom. I've enjoyed this anime ever since one of my friends introduced me to it, and I've immensely enjoyed many of the stories on in this fandom. This piece came to mind one day, and I just had to put it down to paper.
Disclaimer: I do not own Robin, Doujima, or Amon, to my ever-lasting regret.