The Queen of the Plague and of the Sect, Queen Chrysalis, worked in her office as she made some new "cutie pants" for her high priests and some carpets for Sombra. She had started this infection to make a cult so she could feed her changelings, but she didn't expect it to turn out so well in the end. With the three princesses chained up in the basement and at her mercy, the mane six out of the way, and Discord pacified with the deal they made, she couldn't have asked for anything more. As Chrysalis worked- her hair tied into a bun and some glasses on her face, her hooves moving quickly with the machinery- there was a knock at the door. With a sigh, Chrysalis spoke in her usual condescending tone. "You may enter."