The game resumes.
Robin can't help but begrudgingly acknowledge Malik.
In all obviousness, he proved to be better than most of the players that the ladies, although a few married, couldn't take their eyes off him.
Mesmerised by his striking posture and body, they cheered so loudly.
He was perfect for someone here on a bet.
She can't help but admire his form.
He moved with an almost ethereal grace, his mallet a blur of motion as he manoeuvred his horse through the field.
The other players, including the once-confident Reginald, struggled to keep up with him.
Robin couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as she watched the pompous ass falter, but her attention was primarily focused on Malik and his unexpected skills.
Seeing as he was her only rival, Robin engages him in a spirited competition, both of them striving to maneuver the other out.
Robin's skill on the field is evident, and she takes the lead.
