Ponies do things

Rarity looked at her latest design, a silk, jazzy number, more like a subtle evening dress than her usual extravagant ball gowns. She had been experimenting with more modern fashion, and sleeker designs that accentuated the natural curves of the body, this one being the best attempt so far.

She stepped into her boudoir, levitating her new dress above her head in her magical glow. As she stepped in, she placed her dress on top of her changing screen. She turned around and closed the heavy drapes, one could never be too careful when it came to matters of this nature.

While many ponies chose to wear clothes very little of the time, to see a pony in any stage of mid-dress was still considered quite taboo in high society. Rarity stepped behind the screen and pulled the dress towards herself. She pulled it up over her body, making sure that the fit was perfect. As she expected, there were no tight spots or imperfections; the earlier tries at this style had made her quite adept at eliminating problems. Once it was on, she closed the clasps with her magic and stepped out from behind the screen. She trotted towards the full length mirror and examined the dress.

The fit was comfortable, but she needed to ensure that it looked good from any angle. She noticed that there was a small patch of bunching by her front legs. The dress would not win any awards, for sure, but she could feasibly wear it to a nice dinner in a, as Rarity liked to call them, not quite five star establishments.