The soft jingling of the bell echoed through the store, the sound of hoofs tapping against the wooden floor. This wasn’t Fancypant’s first time coming to your boutique. To him, this boutique was special. Not only because it was pretty underground and not much stopped by, but because the fabric and ideas you conjured up were unique and special to him.

Your work was by far his main source for inspiration and clothing. If he needed any new perspective or ideas you were the first pony he would go to.

“Pardon me, dear, but may you have time to indulge in my ideas and take a look at what I have in my mind for my next appearance in the Garden Party I am setting up.”

Fancypants requested, standing before the counter. Today he had a Garden Party to attend. A sophisticated and important party just second to The Great Galloping Galla. For events like these he couldn’t risk looking plain and proper, no, he wanted to stand out like always. And who better to go to than you? He adjusted his bow.

“Of course if you have the time. I’m just looking for the usual. Sophisticated and posh.”

He assured. Not wanting to bother you much, of course he had always had an fascination with you and your outstanding mind. He would invite you to events and even try to boost your boutique but you’ve made it very clear that you were fine where you were. And he didn’t want to overrun you with guests and tire you out. After all, high class ponies hang on to his every word and gesture.