As you patiently wait in line to observe a routine photo-shoot, you suddenly find yourself whisked away by a group of eager ponies. Your mere presence seems to have attracted an entourage, who promptly guide you around the building and escort you backstage.

"Next!"

A loud voice calls out from beyond the curtains, catching you off guard. Mistaken for one of the models, you find yourself unexpectedly thrust onto the runway. Taking a deep breath, you cautiously peek through the curtains, bracing yourself for what lies ahead.

"Where is zee next pony? I do not have time for ziss! Step out here and state your name!"