Author's Note

Vinyl Glow's POV

Promoting Prologue: 1

I woke up early, even though the room is pitch black and my eyes are covered by the night mask I customary wear when I sleep. There is a serene quiet mood, permitting me to feel right at home. A brand new day of joy.

My bed stands to the right of the door in the small room. The floor is laid with specially imported dark beech wood at some cost on my part, but I do enjoy both the look and the feel they give as I move over the floor. Just as I enjoy the pink peach tree panels lining the walls of the room. I guess it was merely completing the acoustics of the room. Just as I love the specially arranged night sky covering the ceiling.

I start my day by removing the smooth and elastic mask from my face, before I fold he quilt towards the wall, before sliding my hooves off of the bed and down onto the floor. Once I sit up, I withdraw the special tube from my orchid and the plug from under my flaxen tail. Before I walk to the wardrobe, I slip the items into the case and the small drawer in my night stand.

Now I move to the wardrobe, selecting a glistering black skirt, stepping right into it and pull it up, before I extract the matching top and pull it down.

Once I am dressed, I pick up the metallic bloody red highly elastic rubber boots I love to wear while indoors. I think they go beautifully with my ultra light tan coat. Just that these boots always tangle up in my bed at night, thus granting me horrid nightmares, when ever I dare wearing hem in bed.

The door eagerly slides to the right from a gentle push from my magic as I approach the door on my way out of the room, and slides back in place just as eagerly as I passed it on my way out and into the hall on my way towards my small kitchen.

Even lacking the enchanting night sky, the hall has the same panels and is laid with the same beech wood. I just chose a lighter and pink variant of the wood for the floor of my remaining rooms, while the kitchen and hall is covered by highly polished adamant black stone. I do like the way the stone is immune to water and the wear from my hooves. I guess this is why I have the same for the mare’s room as well. That room has its walls covered in white tiles, though.

Once I reach the kitchen, I soon extract a bowl, a fork and fill the bowl up with my favourite salad. I walk to the table by the window to the right of the room. Sitting down, slowly chewing, enjoying my early meal as Celestia’s sun breach the room through the window. I always enjoy the warm rays as they light up my kitchen as I have my breakfast. Like all Ponies, I am a creature of light and day. I may enjoy the dark of night for my personal fashion and parties, but this can’t deny my deeper characteristics.

As I swallow the last of my breakfast, I clean off the bowl and fork before I walk out of the kitchen. My hunger now satisfied for a few hours ahead. I have other business to attend to. Like all adult Ponies, I have a job to attend to. Not that I would have wanted it any other way. Why bother? I certainly am happy with my life as it is. Besides, this is where I meet my friends, just as I see all the customers who wish to have some new, fresh garment or exciting item for their personal pleasures.

After breakfast, I enter my small workshop, inspecting the items and materials in order to ascertain that I do have everything I need for the day. Barring unexpected customers, I will know what and how much I will need. Even if I may have checked it before I left the room the day before, I still do check. The room for storage is limited, I can’t keep everything I may need.

I keep several cheats of the material in the room. Just the most commonly required one, I can’t have all possible colours in stock, after all. Working rubber in the Unicorn fashion, I don’t need to store threads and the like, as opposed to the once working regular fabrics like cotton, Silk and so on and so forth. This is not why I chose to work with these materials, it is in the feel and the looks the materials give both me as an artist, and the customers wearing the garments I created for them.

Of course I have several convenient and very useful spells, like; fusing the materials together, reforming materials into desirable items, making the mannequin into a temporary duplicate of the customers body for later use in my work. My spells are all specified for work with these materials; like rubber, vinyls and the like. I guess some of them could have worked for metals and gems as well, but I never really did try these things.

I walk to the door as I hear a knock on the door, knowing a customer is over for a new order.

“Greetings. Welcome to my shop!” I uttered, thus inviting her in as I slipped to the right and preparing a path for her entry.

“Thank you!” she responded as she followed me inside, and the door quietly closed behind her.

“Right this way!” I continued, leading her into my workshop.

“Of course!” the slender, light purple mare with a bright blue mane responded as she followed me into the small room, just before the door slid behind her.

“Now, if you could place your right fore hoof on its shoulder; Miss Slender Haze!” I prompted her.

“Certainly!” she responded as she lay her leaf green eyes on the mannequin, before complying.

“Now, what are you looking for?” I inquired in courteous professional manner of speaking.

“A glistering black body suit with the special magical sipper, but extra thick. I would also love a set of these suction boots looking like the once you currently are wearing. Then I would have a clear face mask as well. I want them smooth and slippery. Add these special features we were discussing last time I was over, could you?” she explained, while the mannequin changed colourations, each and every time she mentioned a new garment she desired.

“I should be able to have them ready for you within the week, assuming nothing unexpected happens!” I responded.

"A set of pink respectively clear rear tubes would be great, too. Glistering, slippery, but coarse and lubricated!” she then added.

“I will enjoy crafting these for you, even if you will enjoy them immensely more than I ever could!” I responded.

“But of course. I will be wearing them, while you merely are crafting them for me!” she pointed out, with a joyous giggle to her voice.

“Exactly. Much fun and pleasure with your new items and garments!” I prompted.

“Since I am the mare to use and wear them, I expect as much. I know the quality of your craft!” she pointed out.

“Yes, you are. I would have expected as much!” I responded, as she started to move out of the room, once more.

“I will see you again, by tomorrow. Depending on the progress, I will be back again in time to pick up my order and pay you for your work!” she promised as I followed her out to the door.

“Thanks again, Purple Haze. Welcome back!” I pronounced as the door opened and closed behind her as she left my home.

I walked back to my kitchen, where I started to prepare a cup of tea for myself.