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!!vGFyxi9fnOL 02/25/12(Sat)22:10 No.226794>>226772 LAST ONE, no more >fanfiction "Welcome to Carousel Boutique, where everything is chic, unique, and magnifique -- myself excepted," with the best falsetto laugh she could muster, "I'm sorry for the state I'm in, ladies. how about you keep looking at that album and I'll pull last year's collection from the back room--"
At 'magnifique' they had turned as one mare and gawped. Lyra even had a fair jaw-drop going.
"Again, I'm v-very sorry," Rarity faltered, her showmanship failing considerably, "It's just I got out of the bath and--
"No," stammered Bon-Bon, "It's - I mean - you look absolutely radiant."
Rarity looked back over her barrel. The lace had shrink-wrapped to her wet curves, and somehow her hair had conspired to form wet long curls down her neck and just-so over her horns. In just the right light -- the light she'd chosen for her showroom floor, that is -- she looked like something marble and flowing. Where the soap hadn't quite wiped away seemed to shimmer, and she was fairly certain she smelled like some sort of honeysuckle field for all the soaking she'd done.
"Oh, you like it?" she chirped, "It's just something I threw together. I'm sure my gowns will look much, much better."
Lyra yalped a little quickly, "B-better, I like better, don't you hon?" swiveling with an eager lip-bite to her fiancee.
Rarity might not have had a day "to which she was accustomed," but she had a good feeling it was going to be much, much better than she'd reckoned. |