You work for one of the land's top fashion designers, Rarity. Too bad working for someone like that means getting invited to rich parties, otherwise known as expensive excuses to sell each other things and keep up appearances.

Still, not everybody here is bad. There is, of course, Rarity, but she's busy pushing her dresses on some rich women. Maybe you'll find another assistant to hang out. Who knows, it might even be a girl.

This fic was proofread by Cetuximab and ShimmeringStallion