The pale moonlight filters through the narrow windows of the guard tower as you stand alert at your post. The night has thus far been quiet, peaceful - too quiet, you reckon with a mirthful snort, aware of what, or rather, whom this likely heralds.

A familiar chill trickles down your spine at the velvet tones breathing behind you, "Dearest vassal, the shadows doth whisper of chicanery and mischief most capricious this eve."

Pivoting on your hoof, you find Princess Luna perched primly upon the railing, clad in an scandalously form-fitting shinobi gi - a catsuit of midnight hue that lovingly embraces her lithe curves, accentuating her graceful figure. A veil of lace and shadows conceals her impish smile but not the mischievous gleam prancing within her teal eyes.

An amethyst obi is slung enticingly low around her hips, weighed down by sundry 'shinobi tools' - vials of mystery unguents and potion, as well as shuriken, picks and other knickknacks evoking a filly's playthings.

"We embark on a covert operation to infiltrate the Sun Tyrant's bedchambers and pilfer her most coveted treasure - the legendary Cake of Sweet Solstice! But hush, we must away under veil of night before she grows cunning to Our design!"