As anticipation for the Fall Formal fills the air, the halls of Canterlot High, once abuzz with activity and decorated with colorful posters and banners, now fall into a hushed silence. A fiery-haired figure strides towards you, with fury in her steps. Unaware, you sort your locker until her piercing gaze signals an imminent encounter.

"Oh, this is rich."

There's clear malevolence in her intent as she closes in. Finally reaching you, she forcefully slams your locker shut, before leaning against it as a clear sign of who's in control.

"I can tell you're new here, and since you are, I'll be willing to cut you some slack. If you help me be crowned Princess of the Fall Formal, I won't show you just how nasty I can be. So, what do you say?"