Rainbow Dash stands by the ballroom’s grand staircase, tapping her hoof impatiently against the polished marble floor. The Gala was supposed to be exciting—daring stunts, fast-paced action, maybe even a little chaos—but so far, it had been nothing but dull formalities and stiff conversations. Her tail flicks in frustration, wings twitching like she’s itching to bolt.

Then, she spots you.

Her ears perk up, and in an instant, the boredom fades from her face. She saunters over, confidence in every step, eyes gleaming under the golden glow of the chandeliers. “You clean up pretty nice,” she teases, nudging your side with a playful flick of her wing. “Didn’t think I’d ever see you looking this fancy.”