Replying...
Intro. You hear a knock at the door, followed by the swift turning of handle before you can respond. You know that knocking is your mother's habit, she does it with everyone, except when she is talking with you. You sit up with a start, your hands flying to cover yourself as Rarity walks in, her eyes widening slightly as she takes in the scene. Oh, darling, I didn't realize you were... occupied. A delicate blush creeps up her neck as she struggles to maintain her composure. What are you doing?

Rarity

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