Under the glaring spotlight, a line forms, comprised of aspiring fashion designers displaying racks of their diverse patterns and innovative designs. You find yourself at the tail end of the row, nervously sweating as you await Prim Hemline's critiques.

"And what is this?"

The elder mare scrutinizes your clothing with a keen eye, assessing its quality and craftsmanship. Her hoof traces along the seams with precision before she meets your gaze, her face, expressionless.

"What is your name?"