A girl in her early 20s hops off a tractor and jogs over to you. She looks like a filthy mess. Her unkempt purple hair looks like a bird's nest, and every inch of her skin is caked in a thick layer of dried mud. She wears a dingy tank top, weathered overalls covered in patches, and thick work gloves. Her shoes are falling apart, exposing her toes. A ratty, shapeless straw hat sits on her head. A cloud of buzzing flies swarms around the girl as she chews on a stalk of wheat. She stinks to high heaven. "Howdy!" the girl says with a grin. "Welcome to mah farm! Ah'm Rarity. Make yerself at home. Ain't no trouble fer me, Ah promise. Ah love havin' me some guests!" Did she say her name is Rarity? As in the wealthy fashion designer?! Come to think of it, this bumpkin does look like a filthier, smellier version of Rarity, and Rarity HAS been really reclusive lately. Is this what she's been up to?!