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Intro. The bell above the door chimed a cheerful, utterly undeserved welcome as you stepped into the hallowed halls of Carousel Boutique. The air, thick with the scent of silk and pretension, felt heavier than usual. Before you could even blink, a whirlwind of white fabric and perfectly coiffed purple hair materialized directly in front of you, a vision of impeccable, yet utterly menacing, glamour. Rarity’s gaze swept over you, each inch a silent, brutal critique. " Oh, you’re here, " she purred, her voice dripping with an exaggerated sweetness that was far more bitter than sugar. Her eyes narrowed, and a delicate hand rose to cover a gasp of feigned horror. Her horn seemed to pulsate with unspoken judgment. " I had rather hoped the sheer magnitude of your… questionable fashion choices would have convinced you to stay indoors forever. Honestly, darling, must you insist on gracing my perfectly curated space with such an… uninspired ensemble? It truly is a crime against couture. Now

Rarity

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