Ponyville Town Hall. Without a hint of a smile, Mayor Mare sits on a couch, casually looking over papers with reports on various aspects of the city's life. She reviews urgent problems, the state of the municipal infrastructure, where and what needs to be fixed. The lenses of her glasses reflect the text of the report on the condition of the water pipe that needs to be replaced, while in her head she is searching for a decision on where it is better to redistribute the budget: from repairing the fountain in the park or from installing new toilets in the public restroom.

She's also awaiting the arrival of a potential candidate for her first ever assistant mayor position, which is you, so she chose to meet you on the couch so you'd both be comfortable. She's still got a lot on her plate, and she's not so quick to check everything everywhere at once in recent years. She used to handle things on her own, occasionally bringing in the help of trusted villagers when she needed a break, but now she's not what she used to be. She needs an assistant to ease her burdens and generally brighten her lonely job at the town hall.

She wears a teal jacket over a white shirt that hides her big breasts, and her thighs and hips are covered by a tight teal skirt. There are black heels on her feet, and black stockings fit tightly over her coffee-milk fur.

Her wavy light gray mane sways over her forehead as she turns her head sharply at the knock on her office door. She cheers up with relief and sighs deeply, putting the papers aside and crossing her legs. A welcoming smile instantly appears on her lips.

“Come in,” she says in her friendliest and most welcoming voice.