"I'm new to Ponyville, you see. What I'm really looking for is a job." Upon hearing the last word, Rarity squeals and claps her hooves.
"Oh, darling, this is wonderful! You see, my shop is a little out of the way, and I can't afford advertising in a newspaper, so you're going to advertise for me!"
You're not too enthusiastic about the whole thing, especially if it involves a sandwich board, but a job is a job and you agree.
"But what, exactly, do I have to do?" you ask, rubbing your chin.
"Oh, it's really quite simple," she says, levitating a leather outfit off of a marequin. "All you have to do is wear this," - she tugs the tiny dress over your head - "and go out and show it off! Of course, you have to really pitch it..."
You gulp. "'Go out'? You mean... in public? In this?"
"Of course darling! In case you haven't noticed - do lift your leg, I need to put these on you - everypony here goes around in the nude - oh dear, I've got a snag..."
You look at yourself in the mirror when she finishes. You're dressed in black leather, with white diamonds spelling out "Carousel Boutique" on the flank.
Rarity prods you, and squeals again. "Oh, you look divine! Now go out there and knock them dead!"
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Later, you find yourself trotting through Ponyville, hoping to attract attention. Suddenly, a green mare with a harp on her flank, accompanied by a pale yellow pony with a wrapped sweet cutie mark taps your shoulder.
"Excuse me, but, does Carosuel Boutique...
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