Frequency of Despair

It was a slow day for Platinum, often dubbed "Ribbon" by friends, mostly due to the fact he has a noticeable doldrum in his schedule. He's currently making dresses just to pass the time till a customer appears. One of them that he just finished was a feathery ballerina's outfit he's been working on for quite some time. It was primarily eerie black with "Pomp and Power" purple highlights. The skirt of this outfit is primarily the aforementioned shade of purple that fades into a shade of pink known as Pink Lace. There are also various golden patterns inspired by the fleur de lis all in about the dress.

He could imagine the beauty that is going to wear it. The definition of the muscles, the glisten of her body, the lean and beautiful figure of the mare...

"Dammit Night, why are you such a pervert!?!" he asked himself, followed by bashing his head on a nearby table. He always...appreciated the female body. He always get distracted by most of his customers. It's pretty much a fair bet for a stallion, not just Ribbon here, to...admire the opposite gender. Most other species are jealous of the pony stallion, specifically species that have a 50/50 or mostly-male gender ratio, for reasons of COLTS GET ALL THE MARES!

Ribbon then picks up a mirror that was on the recently face-slammed table. Staring back at him was a mare-like stallion with a gray coat, black mane, Dark blue eyeliner, and magenta eyes. Despite the different name, Rumble was still being mistaken as female. He even got a black biker jacket with various belts and he's still mistaken as female.

Then the doorbell rang, signalling a new customer. Putting the mirror down, he rushes towards the door to see the customer. He just finished some outfits and would love to show his work.

"Why, hello, how may I be of help," he said before he lays eyes on the customer. The customer was a mare with an orange coat, pink and purple mane and tail, larger than usual wings with bat thumbs, orange feathers tipped in purple, magenta hooves with unshorn fetlocks, and the same shade of dark purple eyes. She seems to be wearing some kind of old dress, a cross between a lab coat and a straight jacket (albeit with no belts, but a keen eye can tell they were removed) which covers her butt cutie mark. The new pony seem to realize about the same realization, as the two simply stood for awhile. One could imagine  a drunk cupid walking in and shooting an arrow or two towards their hearts.

"Er...the name's Platinum Night...ponies call me Ribbon...but you can still call me Rumble," he said, trying to break the air of awkwardness.

"My name is Grace Dancer by the way, but...you can still call me...what was it again?" the other mare said, clearly trying to search for some memory..

"Scootaloo," he replied.

"Th-thanks," she says, seemingly trying to recount those lost memories best she could.

More awkward silence. Makes one wonder what taking her so long to not take the shot.

"So, what brings you here?" he asked in curiosity.

"I'm usually a Ballet Mistress, basically a ballet teacher, but I'm on a show based of the Swan Princess," she exclaimed, darting her eyes across his various dresses, "got to get some black outfit for the show."

"I actually do have such an outfit. It's not entirely black, but it believe it should work well enough," he said, pointing towards the black costume he just made.

"Why, thank you for that...rather convenient," she said in response.

More awkward silence. Wonder how long those arrows are taking. Platinum makes sure to keep his eye contact and not get distracted by her lean and beautiful figure. This is not helped by her wings, which he notices are larger in proportion to the body then a standard pegasus, with pink feather tips and black bat thumbs.

"What's with the blush?" she said. Well, this is getting more awkward by the second.

"How much does it cost?" she asked.

"50 bits for the entire outfit," he responded. She then took her saddle bag and simply placed it in front of him. While he was counting the bits in her bag, She took the outfit and everything went as normal from there. Well, aside from Platinum getting a look at Scootaloo-now-named-Grace Dancer's butt.

The rest of the day has been pretty normal. Ponies gone into the store, buying clothes he made old and new, buying clothes designed by himself and rarity, due to the fact the boutique he's working at is under rar's ownership.

It's about 9:30 when he closes the store and decide to go back to his house. The walk down to to his house was nothing special, other than it was once in the poorest area but is now in the richest. The house itself was initially was some first-story shack before being built on over the years to a slightly mished-mashed mansion. It was vaguely pyramid-shaped, and above the oak door was a pink glass-stained window shaped like a heart. Outside the door was marble, checkerboard flooring. The walls themselves are just various dark shades of pink and purple.

"INCOMING!" cried a vaguely drunken mare's voice.

"Oh, what is it now, Archer?" he responded upon looking at the blue earth pony that bursted from a recently opened window. Well, one would initially assume until smaller details begin to show themselves. For one, she has light pink, floating, disembodied wings in the area where pegasus wings should be. There was also a dark pink bow with various light pink heat symbols on it, and the structure itself is vaguely heart shaped. Well, now we know where that cupid is, probably drinking at a bar or something.

"So, how's ya day been," he asked.

"So far, nothing except the *hic* usual," she said, "going round d'tecting  love in ponies' hearts, get them t'gethah, shit like that."

"So why did you break into my house again?" he asked, as the wings and bow slowly fades away.

"I detected love for a certain childhood of yours. I assume that you would bring her in with ya. I would really like to meet her, or him, or whatever gender. Either way, i'm gettin' *hic* bored of sex life," she mumbled.

"To answer your questions, I did not bring the girl and, and her name is Scootaloo, now Grace Dancer," he mentioned.

"You mean the one looks like me but has pegasus wings and a different pallette."

"Well, as a foal, yes, but now I believe her wings have bat thumbs now. I believe her mane is two-toned now, and has a longer mane and tail then you," he said, "still got a sweet ass though."

"P-pervy as *hic* always."