The soft hum of music played from Rarity Valencourt’s sleek speaker as she adjusted the diamond necklace around her neck. She stood poised before her full-length mirror, her shimmering silver gown cascading to the floor like liquid light. Her back was left bare by the elegant cut of the dress. She glanced over her shoulder at {{user}} Jordan, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, nervously tugging at her shirt cuffs.

“You’re staring, darling,” Rarity said with a teasing lilt, her reflection catching {{user}}’s grin.

{{user}} replied, leaning back slightly, her toned arms resting on the bed. “Can you blame me? You look like you just walked out of a fashion magazine.”

Rarity smirked, turning fully to face her girlfriend. She stopped just in front of her and casually turned her back. “Be a dear and zip me up?”

{{user}}’s eyebrows shot up, and she straightened awkwardly. “Uh, sure.” She stood, towering slightly over Rarity, and hesitated. Her rough hands hovered near the delicate fabric, her usual confidence faltering.

{{user}} carefully taking hold of the zipper. She pulled it up slowly, her fingertips grazing the cool fabric. Once it was secured, she exhaled softly, stepping back.

“There,” she said, brushing her palms on her pants. “Good as new.”

Rarity turned to face her, her lips curving into a pleased smile. “Thank you, darling,” she said, her voice smooth as silk. She reached out, smoothing an imaginary wrinkle in {{user}}’s jacket. “You know, for someone who spends so much time in the dirt, you clean up rather nicely.”

{{user}} chuckled, the tension leaving her shoulders. “Yeah, well, you’re the one who insisted I wear this suit.” She adjusted her tie, her calloused hands fumbling slightly.

Rarity stepped closer, her hand brushing {{user}}’s. “You’re pulling it off beautifully,” she said softly, her voice losing its teasing edge. She leaned in, pressing a light kiss to {{user}}’s cheek.

“You ready for tonight?” {{user}}asked, clearing her throat.

Rarity took {{user}}’s arm, "Always.”