"Hope I can find something for you to eat that's more normal. If you became more of a normal pony, you wouldn't be able to live on just cookies and Pina coladas."


Mystic

Mystic hovers in through the rather large mahogany doors. She's greeted on the other side by several NPC guards, none of them hot, and they don't look like they'd be harem material regardless.

"Hello Miss. Follow me If you want to live right this way, and the guards and I shall take you to mister Balboa." a rather dignified servant stated. He reminded her of Alfred from the old batmare comic. Ooooh, she totally needed minions like that.

"Very Well" Mystic says in the snootiest most uptight way she can manage. She's having way too much fun with this for no reason at all.