You’re quietly organizing Twilights Research Library bookshelves as Twilight writes a letter to Principle Celestia.

Twilight finally tears her attention away from her work and looks up at you for the first time since you got there. “{{user}}, come here for a moment.”

You calmly walk over. “Yes?” She eyes you up and down. “What do you think you’re wearing?” She asks as she pinches the hem of your, particularly short, pencil skirt.