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Pinkie Pie's POV

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I had given her some time, to establish herself, building up the standard of the hotel; before I had booked the suite, under the name of Love Fest. I had known, she would need the time, both in order to build up her workforce and to arrange the building to her liking's.

Maybe I had still been a bit early, in booking the suite; but in doing so, I am giving her the time, to arrange everything for me before I arrive. Just that I had not booked the suite for just a night or a week; I had made it a long-standing reservation, paid monthly.

The freshly laid marble floor is black and smooth, glistering in the light as I am entering the lobby. Of course, I had been expecting it.

As I am walking in, I can clearly see the girl behind the counter; where she is standing at attention, waiting for the next customer to arrive. In this case, me.

I can see the smile on her face, and it is a genuine one I can endorse; but she would enjoy her work, considering how she is promoting her Hive. She is wearing the trade-mark design of the Hive's hotel in the metallic bloody red Silicon. The top is tight, covering her bust; just as she is wearing the skirt, of course. Naturally, she is sporting a generous bust, B Cups. Just enough, to be inviting; but not enough, to give them a bad name, scaring people away.

She is of the light complexion, almost white, while her hair is a deep, dark black glistering in the light of the lobby. She is sporting bright, deep Sapphire blue eyes radiating the inviting warmth that invites customers to stay.

Her hands, resting on the desktop; showing the semi-square, inch-long, metallic bloody red nails; while tentatively hiding the brightly cerise touch-pads that reaches from the final joint and up to the nail. Just as she is hiding the silicone-white suction-cup covering the entire palm of her hands.

What she is not hiding, is the bright smile, on her metallic bloody red lips; or the silver-metallic eye-shadows part of her uniform, even if this is not widely circulated information.

"Click, clack; click, clack.." is heard, as I walk over the floor, all the way up to the front desk that is the counter.

"Do you by chance have a reservation?" the girl inquires.

"Yes, under the name Love Fest!" I respond.

"Love Fest.." she chimes, visibly brightening up; "Diane Pie's special suite on the top floor?" she inquires.

"Yes, that would be the one!" I respond, smiling back.

"Place the palm of your right hand onto the plaque.." she instructs me, indicating the glossy, black Silicone surface behind her screen on the reception-desk.

"Of course.." I respond; as I lift up my right hand, placing the palm gently onto the squishy surfaces as she had just dictated.

"Spread your fingers, as wide as possible.." she continues; "in order to verify your identity, and clear the payment!" she concludes.

"Okay.." I respond, as I am spreading my fingers, feeling the gentle warm clasp in the process; "Thank you!" I continue.

"Take the elevator on my right.." she chimes; "and you are quite welcome!" she concludes, pointing at the door to the elevator with a hand.

"Click, clack; click, clack.." is heard, as I walk over the floor, all the way up to the indicated elevator, where Ellie the Waitress is waiting for me.

As I am reaching the door, to the elevator, I am lifting up my hand, extending the palm of the hand onto the plaque. I spread my fingers, and the twin-doors are sliding up before me; granting me entrance to the elevator, Ellie's domain.

I step into the room and the doors quietly slide shut behind me, just as I had cleared the threshold.

"Greetings, Pinkie!" Ellie exclaims; "I am Ellie the waitress, the pilot of the elevator; taking you up to your suite, and to any other floor you may request going to!" she then introduces herself.

"Greetings, Ellie.." I respond; "Right now, I want to get to my suit; for a moment of relaxation, while I am waiting for a friend!" I explain.

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"Okay, this is your stop.." Ellie chimes, as the elevator is stopping at my floor.

"Thank you, Ellie!" I respond.

The doors slide up, just as she is stopping at my floor; I step out, and the doors slide shut behind me.

"Click, clack; click, clack.." is heard, as I walk along the hall, all the way up to the door to my suite.

I am lifting my right hand, gently pressing the palm onto the plaque; spreading my fingers wide, in order to open the door. I step into the room, and the door is sliding shut behind me.

The floor had been laid with the white oak-wood, just as the walls had been laid with linden-wood and a four foot pink Cherry-wood picket fence. The ceiling is coated with a mate, black Silicone; holding the pin-prick LED stars in place in my night sky.

The light in my cloaking-room had been dim, before I had entered the room; but as I open the door, it grows brighter and is as bright as the day, as the door had slid shut behind me.

"So bright, and welcoming.." I breathe, as I am walking over the floor.

I have a shoe-rack, a jacket-hanger and a hat-rack on the wall opposing the door out of my suit.

At first, it had appeared to be empty, but now I have a pair of Crescent Moon boots in my size and a pair of matching metallic bloody red shoes. Aside from a pair of crystal-clear indoors shoes.

I unzip my jacket, depositing it on the jacket-hanger, before I am stepping out of my bright pink high heels.

For now, I leave these boots, where I had found them; approaching the door to my living room. I am lifting up my right hand, gently extending the palm of my hand onto the plaque, spreading my fingers, opening the door.

I step into the living room, the door sliding shut behind me as I had stepped into the room.

The room is in the same style as the cloaking room, I notice; this seems to be the general theme, of this floor. To be correct; this is the theme, of the guest floors; not just my room or floor.

I notice a cinematic sofa, along the short wall on my right, clad in glistering black, smooth Silicone. Opposing the sofa, the full screen television set is covering the entire wall; from floor to ceiling and from right to left. Not an inch of wall visible beside, over or under the screen.

There is a door to the balcony, before me; just as there is a four foot wide window on the right and left of the door. Eight foot above the floor, there is a balcony; holding three doors to the bed rooms on the right and left. Just as there is a door and two windows to a second floor balcony; there is also a girls' room and a shower behind me on the second floor. The third and fourth floor is holding the same facilities as the second floor.

The wall behind me is covered with a single set of book cases, divided into three foot wide sections with the door to the cloaking room in the middle.

"Sweet.." I exclaim.

"Before I am checking out anything more, I will have to have something to drink.." I ponder, as I am walking up to the sofa, sitting down in the center seat before the door on the middle of the wall.

I gracefully plop down, leaning back and relax; before I pull up the cover of the right armrest, exposing the preferred beverage. I have two lines of bottles of Sparkle Cola, accepting the first in the line of four bottles; uncapping the bottle, before I take a good sip.

Sip by sip, I am enjoying my fizzy beverage, only putting down the bottle between swigs.

Once I had finished my Cola, I put the cap back on, placing the bottle in the cup before the armrest, standing up. I walk to the door, lifting up my right hand; extending the palm onto the plaque; spreading my fingers wide, only for the door to slide up before me. I step into the room, only for the door to slide shut behind me; once I had cleared the threshold.

Scanning the interior, I notice the doors to the girl's room and shower on the one side; then the room intended for the room Service, aside from the elevator at the end of the hall.

I walk by the other rooms, only to stop at the door to the elevator; lifting my right hand, extending the palm of my hand. I gently press down and spread my fingers, watching the door sliding up before me; stepping in, before the door slides shut behind me. I opt for the first floor, and the elevator starts to move up; stopping at the next floor and the door slides up, I step out and the door slides shut behind me.

Once I had stepped out of the elevator, I choose the right path; walking up to the door to the first bed room, lifting up my right hand, gently pressing my extended hand onto the plaque; spreading my fingers to open the door, stepping inside.

I have my bed on the right, with the night-stand by the pillow. At the foot end, on the far side; I have the two wardrobes, with two doors for each wardrobe. Now I am walking up to the wardrobe, opening the door to the right wardrobe, scanning the interior, to see what I have to choose from.

"Daytime wear, in pink!" I exclaim, as I am examining the garments before me.

With the wardrobe wide open before me, I pull the top up over my head; placing it onto the floor, of the wardrobe. Lifting my hands up to my hips, slipping the skirt down; kicking it up, only to place it on the top.

Now I place my hands on my hips, slipping my panties down; kicking them up; placing these onto the pile of clothes on the floor of my wardrobe.

I lift up y right foot, pulling the sock of off my foot; depositing it onto the pile of clothes, before I repeat the process with the left sock. With that, I am stark naked, nude, where I stand alone before my wardrobe.

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I select a pair of panties, extracting them from the hanger within my wardrobe; lifting my right and left foot in turn, stepping into my panties and pull them all the way up over my hips.

I enjoy the fluid elasticity and the smooth pink Silicone the garment had been crafted out of. Only affording my panties a few tentative tugs in order to acquire that ever so elusive perfect fit: once, twice and thrice.

"There, this does feel good.." I mouth; "just as comfortably, as I had originally envisioned them to be!" I conclude.

Since I am already wearing my panties, I extract a top, slipping it down over my head; affording it a few tentative tugs: once twice and thrice.

I pick a pair of full-length gloves, slipping my right hand into the first; puling it all the way up to my armpit, affording it a few tentative tugs: once twice and thrice. Only to repeat the process, slipping on the left glove in turn.

Now I am selecting a pair of full-length toe-stockings; lifting up my right foot and slipping it into the stocking; pulling it all the way up, feeling it contract amorously around my leg and finally guiding my toes into place. Affording the stocking a few tentative tugs, on order to acquire the perfect fit: once, twice and thrice; only to repeat the process, slipping my left foot into the second stocking as I had placed the right foot firmly onto the floor and lifting the left foot up.

"There.." I exclaim, triumphantly; as I had changed into the new, comfortable ensemble; "just as beautiful as I had expected from Rarity, quite complimentary and effeminate, if I can say so myself!" I conclude, with a sly snicker.

Since I had dressed up, I take a step back; closing the wardrobe behind me, before I am turning back and walk up to the door out of my bed room.