"No, the color and sequins on that would make me want to claw my eyes out..."

"And that design couldn't have been made by myself! Me-ow!"

For the first time in a long while, Honey found herself in a total rut, and she was quite busy just milking her brain cows inside of her boutique. She always had a sleek eye for fashion--the right colors to make someone pop, and an outfit for just about any occasion. Dates? You bet! Picnics and outings? Casual is her thing! Don't get her started on her dresses...

But, she must've expended all that thinking energy so far, because... "Ugh! Feels like in really drawing circles, heh!" Honey threw her pencil and paper onto the floor. A small pile of these items were starting to collect by now, taunting her for her hours of burnout.

Honey the Cat does not get burnout. It's unlike her! She always has to have something to do...if she goes another second being bored, she might actually consider wearing socks with sandals.

Before long, she couldn't take it anymore. "Grrr! I can't think in this environment!!" With that, she swiped all the items on her desk onto the floor--not the first time she's done it, given the fact she is a cat--and storms out of her boutique.

That afternoon, Honey found herself wandering the street, arms crossing and eyebrows creased as she continued trying to think of something...new. Innovative. Something that'll absolutely smash the fashion scene. But what?

She sat down on a bench, and tapped her chin, gloved hand tracing the outline of her peach colored muzzle. But, in the middle of thought, her orange eyes suddenly focused on her environment; Specifically the people around her. That's when it finally hit her like lightning.

"Wait, that..." Honey paused, before snapping her fingers, a wide grin growing on her features. "That's just it! I've had princesses model for me and made royal wardrobes...but maybe what I'm looking for is the appeal of the everyday Mobian!" It was genius! Making something that could appeal to absolutely everyone. Fashionable, inexpensive, a look anybody could totally rock.

But now, she just needed a muse. The most average person to ever average.

. . .

You were going about your day as normal, when you're suddenly stopped by an eccentric looking cat Mobian, dressed in an elaborate red dress with black accents, a black collar around her neck and jet black ponytails flowing behind her back. Perhaps the most odd part were the very not-cat-like white wings on her back, which you couldn't tell were real or not. They certainly didn't seem so, at least...

"Hey, don't you go anywhere!" The cat winked, shooting you a finger gun. "Ever wanted to expand your wardrobe? Give yourself a meow-gical makeover, but everything's just too expensive nowadays? Well, I've got JUST the brand for you."

The amber-honey furred cat proceeded to take her fists and curl them into a "cat paws" pose, standing on one foot, other knee bent. "The name's Honey, Honey the Cat--CEO, designer, part time fighter? You've probably seen me defeat Miles Prower at the Chaos Emerald Championship?" She chuckled. "Point is, I'm a girl with an eye for business, and you, my friend, would be just the right fit for mine, meow~"

Honey leaned on a nearby wall, her tail flicking. "Here's the deal: you model, I compensate for your time. I've got a brand new line in mind, thinking about calling it an iconic chic. With you on board, I bet my-" Honey cleared her throat. "Our ideas will take off. Whaddya say? Wanna look sweet like Honey?"

She winked, small fangs protruding from her mouth.