The Fun Has Been Doubled

At Canterlot Fix N' Fuel, there is no such thing as a slow day. Something that can be both good and bad. Good in terms of always bringing in new customers with their towing, mechanical, and fuel services. And bad when they sometimes get backed up with customers needing their cars fixed. This week just so happened to be one of those bad times. Each day, cars were being brought in for services ranging from oil changes and general maintenance to major repairs like engine and transmission replacement.

After graduating from college with a degree in Automotive Technology, you thought that finding a job was going to be tricky. Fortunately for you though, being friends with Rainbow Dash had a benefit as her parents were the ones who owned the Fix N' Fuel. Dash's dad, Bow Hothoof, ran the garage portion of the business. Working with mechanics and technicians along with parts dealers. Her mom, Windy Whistles, ran the gas station portion. Serving the city by keeping the gas pumps working while also working with food vendors, and some cooks to offer a wide selection of foods and snacks for hungry drivers. So naturally when Rainbow told her parents that you were looking for a job, they immediately hired you on the basis of "any friend of Rainbow is a friend of theirs."

As the sounds of power tools and music coming from the speakers in the garage fill the air, you keep yourself busy with working underneath an SUV on a car hoist as you begin to unscrew the oil filter to begin the oil change. As your eyes are glued to that so you can avoid spilling the oil and making a huge mess, the sound of a customer arguing with Bow catches your ear.

"I told you that I needed my car back by the weekend!" the customer yells. "I was going to take the family for a drive out to the country cottage!"

"Look, Mr. Rich," Bow replies. "I can offer you a loaner vehicle for the weekend. But we're still waiting on the parts needed to fix your car."

"I can't be seen driving around in a... loaner!" Filthy Rich protests. "The paparazzi would have a field day!"

"Well I don't know what to tell you then," Bow says. "We've ordered the parts. But they won't be here until the middle of next week."

"They better be here," the wealthy man replies before turning around and exiting the lobby, leaving Bow looking both upset and worried.

"Everything alright, boss?" you ask right after unscrewing the filter, allowing the oil to fall down into the oil pan you had set up.

"Yeah," he replies before he turns around and starts walking over to you, stopping beside the lift. "Just another impatient customer wanting his car done now." He then lets out a sigh. "Not my fault he put diesel fuel in his gas tank and then tried driving it."

"Oof," you reply as the last of the oil leaks out into the pan. "How the hell does someone not see that they're putting diesel in their gas tank? It ain't like the pump has the words 'Diesel Engines Only' marked on it or anything."

"Right?" he replies. "We're already backed up enough as it is. He's lucky that the customers ahead of him don't mind a little delay while we get his car fixed." He then looks at the SUV that you're working on. "Speaking of which. How much longer do you think it'll be for you to get this one out of here?"

"Not much longer. Just finished draining the oil," you reply. "All I need to do is get the new filter screwed in and then fill it with fresh oil."

"Good," he says. "Cuz it's almost time to close up for the weekend."

"Sounds good," you say while reaching for the new filter. "I'll have this wrapped up and be out of here shortly."

"Appreciate it, Anon," Bo replies before patting you on the back as you screw the new filter in. "You know. I'm glad to have you around. You certainly know your way around cars."

"Well if I didn't, then the college I went to would owe me a pretty big refund." After saying that, the two of you start laughing as you get out from under the SUV and have it lowered down. Once the vehicle is safely back on the ground, you begin to put some fresh oil inside. While you're doing this, Bow is seen placing tools back where they belong. The seconds tick by slowly as the last of the new oil is poured in. Seeing this, you toss the now empty plastic bottle in the trash can before checking the dipstick.

"Just about done, Anon?" Bow calls out from the lobby.

"Yep. All done," you respond after seeing the oil is at the appropriate level in the dipstick. Once you place it back where it belongs, you close the hood and get inside the vehicle before starting it up, smiling as you listen to the sound of the engine. "You wanna give the owner a call and tell 'em their vehicle's ready?" you call out as you turn the engine off.

"Nah. It's too late for that, Anon," Bo replies. "Besides. She's fine with it being here for the weekend."

"Fair enough," you say as you step out of the vehicle and toss the keys over to the boss, who catches them with one hand. "Got any plans for the weekend?" you ask while walking to the lobby as he turns off the lights in the garage.

"Just gonna be spending some good quality time with Windy like I do every night after work," he says while you clock off. "You?"

"Well. I'm just gonna head over to the bar and have a few drinks before heading home and just relaxing."

"Nothing wrong with that," he replies as the two of you walk outside the garage. "Take it easy and don't do anything I wouldn't."

"You got it," you reply before heading off to your vehicle parked nearby. Once you get next to the driver's side door, you open it before sitting down behind the wheel. Once there, you let out a big sigh of relief as the work week has finally ended. And now it was two days of relaxation before the process begins again.

You choose to just sit in your car and relax in the seat, thinking about how busy this week was for you. Oil changes, tire rotations, alignments and replacements, body repairs, even having to man the counter and deal with disgruntled customers on occasion. That last part was something you didn't particularly enjoy. But Bow needed someone to do it while he helped his wife in the gas station from time to time. The summer months have been crazy since everyone was out and about, taking vacations or just weekend drives. As you start your engine and begin to drive out of the parking lot of the Fix N' Fuel, the thought of where you were going to go comes into your mind.

The next stop on your way home? None other than a bar called Berry's Tavern. A place owned by Berry Punch, an old friend who you went to school with. The place only opened up not even a year ago. But it had already grown quite the good reputation in town. The memories of those delicious drinks she serves makes a smile appear on your face as you begin the journey.

As you're driving along the busy city streets, another familiar voice is heard on the radio.

"What's up all you cool guys and gals," Vinyl Scratch's voice says through your car's speakers. "This is your DJ, Vinyl Scratch. And you're listening to 106.9FM, the Party Train. Where the good times are non-stop!"

"Glad to see she's doing what she loves," you think as a catchy tune comes on the radio. As you turn down the road leading to the bar, you notice that the parking spaces in front of it are empty. "Jackpot!" you exclaim as you pull into the best one. Thinking that you're the first customer to arrive, your smile widens when you shut the engine off and step out. However, the little neon 'Open' sign in the window isn't turned on. And when you go to the door, you find a sheet of paper taped to the inside.

Dear awesome customers,

I'm currently on vacation right now. Which means the Tavern will be closed until I get back. Sorry for the unintended disruption of any routines you may have.

See you all soon,

• Berry Punch

"Fuck!" you say in your head while turning around to go back to your car. "Now where am I gonna go to get my mind off of work?" As you're thinking about where to go, a nice looking classic car drives by. One that strangely looks familiar. This catches your attention as you see the car pull into a parking lot down the street. "I know I've seen that car somewhere before," you think while trying to remember where you've seen it. Your eyes then drift up toward the large sign in front of the parking lot that the car pulled into.

It was a big neon sign of a stone tower with two pink symbols similar to some designs you've seen on the mudflaps of semi trucks and pickups. Beneath them, lit up in bright purple letters was the name of the place: The Castle. Canterlot's only gentlemen's club. You've driven by it from time to time on your way back home from the Tavern. But you've never actually been there.

"Well. Guess there's a first time for everything," you say to yourself as you start walking, choosing to leave your car parked in front of the Tavern since it was just a couple blocks away. After a few minutes, you arrive just outside the building. You immediately see that the parking lot is already half filled with cars. However, the one that you saw wasn't anywhere to be seen. You shrug it off though, thinking that it's probably parked around back. Which meant it would've belonged to someone who works here.

As you approach the front door, you can see a woman with light blue skin, pink eyes, and blue and purple colored hair in the shape of a long ponytail. She's wearing a black security uniform that you'd say is greatly showing off her figure. On a small badge pinned to her shirt, you see the name "S. Dusk" printed on it. As you get closer, she smiles and waves at you, prompting you to wave back.

"Welcome to The Castle," she says in a happy tone as you approach. "Enjoy your visit."

"Thank you," you reply as she opens the door for you. As you walk in, you immediately notice that the place is much darker than it is outside with only the glow of the lights above allowing you to see. As the door closes behind you, the sound of someone clearing their throat gains your attention.

"Well. Well. Well. If it isn't Anon," a familiar voice says to your left. Turning in the direction of the voice, you find another person you went to school with sitting at a desk behind a plexiglass window. Trixie Lulamoon. CHS' 'Greatest and Powerfulest Student'. At least, that's what it said in the yearbook. Behind the glass, you can see she's wearing a black top that doesn't leave much to the imagination. Her cleavage is on full display, front and center, as she gazes at you with a smirk on her face. "Long time, no see," she continues as you walk over toward her.

"Right?" you reply. "How you been, Trixie?"

"I've been doing good, I suppose," she says. "You?"

"Eh. Eat, sleep, work, repeat," you answer. This makes her chuckle.

"Ain't that the truth," she says. "I can't really complain though. This gig I have here is great. Getting paid to just sit here and hand out keys to the lockers for everyone who comes in."

"Doesn't that get boring after a while?"

"Sometimes," she replies. "But you get used to it after a while." After saying that, you watch as her eyes drift up and down your body. "And what exactly have you been up to? It's been years since we last talked."

"Just been working over at the Fix N' Fuel," you reply.

"The Fix N' Fuel?" she asks before her eyes widen. "Perfect! Could you take a look at my car? I've been needing it worked on for a while now and just couldn't decide on where to take it."

"What's wrong with it?"

"There's a few dents that I'd like taken care of," she replies. "Along... with... a broken tail light that I've already been pulled over for. And... I'm sure it could use an oil change."

"Sure. We can get that taken care of for you," you say, making a smile appear on her face. "Give the shop a call on Monday and we'll see how soon we can get it in."

"Great!" she says. "I'll be sure to do that." After saying that, she reaches under the desk and pulls out a key. "Before I forget. Do you have a cell phone?" she asks, making you raise an eyebrow.

"Yeah?" you reply, not expecting to be asked that question. "Why do you ask?"

"Policy," she answers. "One that management put in place. To help some of the... others who'd rather not have lots of people know that they work here, a no cell phone policy was introduced." She then slides the key through the little slot in the window. "You can leave your phone in the locker and then retrieve it once you're ready to leave."

"Alright, I guess."

"That'll be $5.00," she replies. Hearing this, you reach into your pocket and pull out your wallet before giving her the money owed. Once done, you take the key and turn to walk over to the room filled with tiny lockers mounted in the walls. "Enjoy your stay!" you hear Trixie call out. You just smile back and wave as you place your phone in the locker before locking it shut.

Once that is finished, you turn your attention to the main room of the club. The sounds of music that can easily be danced to fills the air as orange and pink neon lights illuminate the room, showing a main stage with royal purple colored curtains. The stage was seen to branch out in the shape of a T for dancers with two poles, one on each end. Around the stage are tables with small lights mounted in the center of each. On each side of the tables are comfortable looking armchairs. Looking over to the right, you find a small bar with what looks to be a large selection of drinks written on the menu behind.

"Finally!" you exclaim in your mind as you walk over to the bar. Behind the counter is a woman with light yellow skin, magenta colored eyes, and puffy orange colored hair. The name tag pinned to her black top, which provides the same lack of imagination as Trixie's, has the name "A. Dazzle" printed on it.

"What can I get for you, big guy?" she asks as you stop in front of the counter.

"Well," you reply. "It's my first time here." As you look up at the menu, your brain tries to decipher what the names of the drink meant. After a couple minutes, you give up and look back at the bartender. "What would you recommend?"

"Hmm..." she says while looking you over. "I think I may have something you'd like." After saying that, she turns around and gets to work. As she begins shaking up different bottles before pouring their contents into a mixing cup, she also starts shaking her hips to the beat of the song. This didn't go unnoticed by you as your eyes drift down to watch. The matching black bottom she was wearing greatly showed off her voluptuous thighs and soft looking backside. After a minute, she turns around and places the glass on the counter while you put on the charade of not having been staring at her ass. "And voila. One shot of Dragon's Blood," she says before sliding it toward you.

"Dragon's Blood?" you repeat while looking at the glass. The liquid inside was befitting of the name as it was a shade of crimson red. Picking it up, you give it a closer look before shrugging and downing the glass in one go. Your eyes then go wide open as the taste had a mixture of cherry and strawberry flavor, one that you give a moan of approval before setting the glass down.

"Sounds to me like you enjoyed that," she says before winking at you.

"Oh yeah," you reply as you reach for your wallet. "How much?"

"On the house," she answers while waving off your attempt to pay her. "Think of it as my... special way of welcoming you here."

"Thanks," you reply. "That's pretty nice of you."

"Don't mention it," she says. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get some more supplies. Enjoy your stay, hot stuff." After saying that, she turned and walked away before disappearing through a doorway. Once she's gone, you turn around and make your way down to the main floor, choosing to sit down at one of the tables. After a couple minutes pass, the lights in the room dim as a spotlight illuminates the top of the stage.

"Attention Castle dwellers," a man's voice says through speakers mounted on the wall. "Welcome to another lovely evening here at The Castle." Once he finishes, the room is filled with cheers and whistles from other guys in the room. "I hope you all are ready for what we have in store for you tonight," the voice continues. "Because we're starting things off in a way that I know each and every one of you will enjoy."

Soon, a new song begins playing as the curtains at the top of the stage open.

"Please," the voice continues to say. "Give a round of applause to our first lady of the evening. She is the Empress of Exotic. The Dominatrix of your Dreams. Give it up for... Nightmare Moon!" Once the voice cuts out, you see a woman wearing a hooded black robe make her way out on to the stage. The room erupts in cheers and whistles as you watch her hands slowly grasp the edges of the hood before pulling it back. What is revealed makes your eyes grow as wide as they could possibly go as your jaw drops.

"Vice Principal Luna?" you say in your mind as the woman on stage truly is none other than your former Vice Principal at Canterlot High. This was certainly not a place you'd expect to see her. As you watch her stand on the stage, your eyes are glued to her hands as they slowly begin moving down, going purposefully slow when they reach her well endowed breasts. Her hips move along with the slow beat of the song while her hands continue to lower until they stop at the strap securing the robe around her waist. You look on as her fingers undo the knot before allowing the robe to then fall to the floor behind her, revealing to everyone in the room that she's wearing a black corset with matching panties and black boots.

Seeing this sends your crotch into overdrive as you feel your pants get tighter. It was easily the quickest you've ever gone from soft to rock hard. Never in your wildest dreams did you ever think that you'd see Vice Principal Luna wearing that kind of outfit. As she walks forward, your eyes gaze at her. Her long blue legs with beautiful thighs are on full display for all to see. The corset does little to hide the curves of her breasts as they jiggle with each step she takes. Once she reaches the intersection of the stage, she turns and goes to the pole closest to you and simply stands there. She then looks all around the room, gazing at all who are watching her.

But then, her eyes land on you. Once she notices you, her eyes widen before a smirk could be seen on her face.

"Does... she recognize me?" you think before a different song begins playing.

"Did you really think we'd give you all here in attendance just one lovely dancer to start things off?" the announcer's voice asks through the speakers. "Because if so, then think again. The fun... has been doubled!" After he says that, another woman steps through the curtains at the top of the stage, wearing a similar style robe that Luna.. or rather Nightmare Moon was wearing. "Please give a warm welcome to the Princess of Pleasure. The Lover of Lewd. Mi.. Amore.. Cadenza!"

Your eyes dart back and forth between Luna and the other woman near the curtains before you watch her pull back the hood. Once she reveals herself, the crowd lets out another round of cheers and whistles while you begin to think that this is all somehow a dream. Standing on stage was none other than the Principal of Crystal Prep Academy, Principal Cadance. Though you didn't have many encounters with her outside of the annual Friendship Games between CPA and CHS, you'd recognize that hair anywhere.

"Now I see why that policy's in place," you think as she begins dancing to the beat of her song all while undoing the knot of the strap around her waist. Once done, she slowly reveals what is underneath. Under the black robe is revealed to be a lacey purple colored top with a matching bottom. Unlike what Luna did, Cadance disrobes herself and begins twirling it around while moving her hips side to side with the song before setting it aside. She then struts in a seductive style along the catwalk before stopping at the center of the 'T'. She then looks over at Luna with a seductive smirk on her face before taking her place at the other pole.

Once the song finished, another one starts playing. As it begins, both dancers twirl around their respective poles, earning more cheers from the crowd. They both then start climbing their poles while moving their legs gracefully through the air. Your eyes watch as they each brace themselves before spreading their legs wide. Using their upper body strength, they twirl around the poles once again all while keeping their legs spread. Some of the guys in the crowd whistle in approval while others can be seen tossing some dollar bills on stage.

Soon, both of them lower themselves back down to the floor before pressing their rears against the poles, the metal hotdogging their cheeks. They then turn around and shake their booties to the crowd, earning another round of cheers and whistles. As they continue dancing, you just simply watch and enjoy, thankful that you decided to come here. Soon, the dance comes to an end as they approach each other and raise their arms above their heads before taking a bow. The room erupts in cheers, whistles, and applause as the two then return to their poles, bending down to pick up all the bills thrown on the stage.

You then watch as they start making their way back toward the curtain. But as they walk, you see Luna whispering something into Cadance's ear. After that, they bend over again to pick up their robes, giving one last wiggle to the crowd before straightening back up and disappearing behind the curtains.

As the curtains close, you see other dancers have started walking around the floor. Some of them you recognize. Miss Cheerilee, Coach Spitfire, and Ms. Harshwhinny. Others not so much. As music continues to play, you close your eyes and pinch yourself to prove you're not dreaming.

"Ouch!" you say to yourself before someone clears their throat in front of you. Opening your eyes, you see Luna and Cadance standing in front of your table, both still wearing just their stage outfits.

"Hello there, Anon," Luna says as the two sit down in the other chairs at your table. "I thought that was you when I drove by on my way here."

"I knew it! I knew I recognized that car from somewhere," you reply. This makes the two of them laugh softly.

"You remember Cadance, right?" she asks while gesturing over to her.

"Of course," you say. "I'd recognize that hair anywhere."

"Well I'm glad some of your old students recognize me," Cadance replies while looking at Luna. "You'd be surprised how many of mine don't even remember me."

"Maybe you should take that as a sign to leave and finally come to Canterlot High," Luna replies before winking at her.

"Nah," she says. "I don't mind. The less people who recognize me here, the better."

"So why are you guys here then?" you ask. "And some others from the school. Aren't you worried about your jobs?"

"Well of course," Luna replies. "That's why we had that no recording policy put in place."

"Indeed," Cadance adds in. "You know. Being faculty at both CHS and CPA is stressful. Our two schools are some of the top ones around. Naturally, our stress levels are always high. So who can blame us for wanting to blow off a little steam."

"Exactly," Luna says. "The teachers and staff who work both here and at the schools aren't here for the extra money. Though sometimes, we get more here than there. But it's more toward the fact that we needed a place to go and vent some stress while also having fun doing so."

"Well. Can't argue there," you reply. "Hell. I came here to get some stress to go away from work."

"Oh?" Luna asks as she and Cadance look at each other before looking back at you. "Where do you work?"

"The Fix N' Fuel," you reply.

"Well what a coincidence," Cadance says. "My SUV's there for an oil change."

"Light blue with pink seats?"

"Yeah," she replies. "How did you know that?"

"I just finished it up before the place closed down for the weekend."

"Splendid," she says. "I'll have Shining drop me off there on Monday so I can pick it up." After saying that, the conversation stops as the three of you just sit back and relax. In your mind however, you are still wrapping your brain around the fact that Vice Principal Luna and Principal Cadance are just sitting half naked at a table with you.

"So you mentioned that you're feeling stressed from work," Luna says. "I believe that Cadance and I could help you with that."

"Oh yeah?" you ask. "How?"

"Well. It's something Luna's always wanted to do when she sees an old student of hers here," Cadance replies. "Though most of the time, that old student would either be with a group of their friends or be so drunk that they wouldn't even remember what happened. So we've never actually gotten to do it yet." She then looks you over. "But you. You're here by yourself and clearly not even intoxicated."

"Well. I did have a shot of Dragon's Blood," you reply. "But nothing else."

"I love that drink," Luna says. "Adagio always makes it just right."

"Yeah," Cadance adds. "She's got quite the talent for that. Who knew?"

"Anyways," Luna says. "Back to what we were saying. How about you join me and Cadance in the back for a little... private dance?"

"Sure," you agree. "Sounds like fun."

"Oh I'm sure it will be," Cadance replies before the two of them get up, prompting you to do the same. They then start leading you to a doorway that only has a purple curtain blocking the view. As you follow them, you see another security guard standing just beside the doorway. This one was another woman who had purple colored skin, purple eyes, and purple and turquoise colored hair that split off into two ponytails. On her badge was the name "A. Blaze". As Luna and Cadance pass through the curtain, she puts her arm out and blocks your entry through.

"Look here, bub," she says while pointing at you with her other hand as her eyes narrowed at you. "One simple rule. No touching. Got it?"

"Yes ma'am," you reply. Hearing this she lowers her arm and steps aside, allowing you to pass through the curtain. Once through, you find both dancers waiting near a booth with red colored curtains and a soft looking armchair inside. Both of them signal for you to come and sit down. Smiling when you see this, you nod and walk over before taking a seat between them. As Cadance closes the curtains, you watch as Luna reaches around behind her back. You soon see what she's up to as the corset looks to loosen around her before she allows it to fall to the floor.

Your eyes widen as you gaze at her large breasts. Back in school, you always snuck a glance at them when you thought she wasn't looking. But now, they're right here in front of you, fully exposed for you to see. You can clearly tell that she is aroused as her nipples look like they could cut through ice. The look on your face makes Luna let out a chuckle before stepping aside for Cadance. As she does this, the CPA Principal reaches behind her before you hear a distinct click. Her lacey top then falls away, revealing her own breasts for you to gaze upon. Granted, they're not as big as Luna's though, but the difference wasn't too much.

"I can see you're enjoying this," Luna coos in a seductive tone as she gestures down to the clearly noticeable bulge in your pants. She then softly moans while caressing her own breasts, squeezing them gently while playing with them, making sure to lean in close on occasion just to see your reaction. To your left, you see Cadance licking her lips before biting the lower one softly as she fondles her breasts as well. With some music playing through a speaker, the two slowly begin to dance in front of you, shaking their hips as they twirl around. Their asses bump as they continue spinning until they face you again. They then turn to look at each other, both of them winking at the other as you just silently look on, too stunned to even utter a single word.

In a move you weren't expecting, Luna reaches out and starts squeezing Cadance's breasts. This makes her let out a soft moan before returning the favor. As the two were doing this while swaying their hips to the beat, your now rock hard shaft is pleading to be let out of its denim prison. As they continued, Cadance turned around and bent over, allowing Luna to lightly buck her hips, gently patting her crotch against the other's ass. Seeing this makes a jealous look appear on your face, which was exactly what the Vice Principal wanted. In a clear violation of what the security guard said, Luna takes hold of your hand before placing it between their bodies before continuing her motions. The palm of your hand is firmly placed on the fabric of Cadance's bottom as the top is lightly being hit by Luna's torso.

Feeling this, you let out a soft moan as you gently squeeze your hand, making the CPA Principal moan in response. Her fabric bottom feels wet as you continue to squeeze. After a couple minutes, you pull your hand away, not wanting to risk being caught breaking the one rule you were given. This makes the two of them smirk as they look at each other and nod. They both then stop before Luna exits the booth, leaving you alone with Cadance.

Once alone, she climbs onto your chair and straddles herself with your legs between hers. She then starts moving her hips, just slightly grazing the top of your bulge as she moves all while keeping her breasts in your face.

"I think you're gonna like what we've got in mind for you," she says as the tips of her nipples brush against your nose. After a few minutes of this, you see the curtains open as Luna returns with a slip of paper in her hand. She then looks at what Cadance is doing and bites her lip before setting the paper down and reaching under her friend's arms, cupping her breasts and giving them a good squeeze. As she's doing this, Cadance just moans into your ear as she intentionally grinds herself harder on your bulge, making you moan along with her. This continues until she gets off of your lap. Looking down, you see a slight damp mark on your pants where she was.

"Looks like you got yourself a little too excited, Cadenza," Luna teases before turning toward you. She then leans forward and lowers herself to whisper in your right ear. "Better not let Aria see that," she coos. "Otherwise, she might toss you out."

"Literally," Cadance adds before exiting the booth only to return with a small towel. "Wouldn't be the first time I've seen her do it either." Tossing the cloth to you, you catch it before attempting to dry the mark while the others put their tops back on. Luna then turns and bends down to pick up the paper, intentionally teasing you by showing off her gorgeous ass before straightening up.

"Here," she says before handing it to you. Once you take hold of it, you look to find that written on the sheet are two phone numbers, each marked by their respective owner's name and an address. This makes you raise an eyebrow before looking back up at her.

"What's this for?" you ask.

"Well," Luna replies as she adjusts her corset around her breasts. "Cadance and I believe that you'd like something that we've always wanted to do. We just haven't found the right person who'd... appreciate it. That is until now." She then points down at the paper. "Meet us there tomorrow night. And be ready for all of that stress of yours.... to vanish." With that said, she opened the curtains up and stepped outside with Cadance.

Looking down at the sheet again, you fold it up before placing it in your pocket. You then look back up at both of them before nodding, earning a smirk and a thumbs up from each of them. Soon, all three of you began walking back out to the main room. As you pass through the curtain, you make sure to keep your crotch away from the security guard's view before the three of you return to your table to enjoy the next performance. This one by Miss Cheerilee who was wearing a light pink bikini.

"I have a feeling that I'm gonna be coming back here more often," you say in your head as you look on all while glancing at the other two at the table.