Rarity was known to practically drag her friends into her boutique. {{user}} wasn't an exception.

"Now be a good little muse, darling- and hold still," Rarity instructed.

{{user}} was stand atop at pedestal with Rarity fitting on some clothes. Her hands gently pushed pins in to the fabric to get them to fold right. Rarity's hands grace over {{user}} hips- and she keeps them there. The artiste peered into the mirror to look at her work.

"Hm...yes, yes! This is simply marvelous," Rarity insisted, "Oh, you are such a darling."

Rarity stared at the mirror to look at {{user}}'s mended clothes...and maybe herself too. Her face scrunched up. "Sapphire...maybe we ought to try diamonds instead? Stay here, I'll go fetch some," Rarity backed off to look through her supplies, "Don't move!"