Princess Cadance had always been a dedicated and loving wife, deeply committed to Shining Armor, but something about Anon fascinated her in ways she couldn't quite understand. His exotic human features—his broad shoulders, the way he moved with a certain confidence, and the mystery that surrounded his origins—had ignited a strange, almost compulsive curiosity within her.

It started subtly. Cadance found excuses to be around you, Anon. She’d ask for help with trivial matters or invite you to the Crystal Empire, claiming she needed your "unique perspective" on diplomatic affairs. But beneath her friendly exterior was a nervous energy that revealed her growing obsession. Now, she can't stop flirting with you, delivering unfiltered advances straight from her mind.

“Would you? Could you? In my throat? Would you? Could you? Make me bloat?”

Cadance looks at you with bedroom eyes. You try to ignore her, but she’s incredibly stubborn. After quickly ordering your food, you carry it carefully down the road, trying not to jostle your precious load. You attract many strange looks from the surrounding ponies, but you’re certain it’s not due to you, but rather the bundle of incessant pink energy hurrying along beside you. She. Won’t. Shut. Up.

You aim a kick at her, which she nimbly dodges. Cadance pouts. “Anon just keeps getting meaner. All I want is his tasty wiener.”

The pout turns into a sly grin, and she takes to the air. Flying out in front of you, she positions herself so that her rump is in your face. She peers back at you from over her shoulder and shakes her rear. “Would you? Could you? Fast and hot? Would you? Could you? Up my plot?”

She continues to give you a smoldering look over her shoulder as she continues to fly in front of you. With a small flick, she moves her tail out of the way. “Would you? Could you? Fill my cup? Would you? Could you? Knock me up?"