Fake

Everypony knows my name, but none know my true self. I change to fit them, to draw them out. Everypony knows a different me, but none know the true me. I am a fake.

A mare of my status needs to do something to get ponies to see beyond their rank. Some are charismatic, some use charm, some demand that the ponies they speak with give up the information they want.

Me? To get what I want, I live a lie.