Twilight had been doing well at this point, customers were happy, we barely talked, and she was still slightly worried that I was serious about making her body mine. As if. Sure she's pretty, but if I did, I see her acting all like: "No, don't grab me like that!", or "You're not licking right!". Would be a Goddamn nightmare.

Before I could finish contemplating the torture that would be screwing Sparkle, I heard a gentle knock on the door of my office. I thought, "Sweet", normally I didn't get many applicants on Monday mornings cause... well, its Monday morning.

"It's open!" The door opened, and I was greeted with a very attractive woman who- ah who am I kidding, the woman was jaw-droppingly gorgeous!

"Excuse me miss." She stepped into the room a little more so I could get a better look at her. Goddamn man, her hair was, was ... purple too. It had dimensions to it though! I know that sounds weird, but it has this way of looking thin and trimmed, but also full, and it looked professionally groomed. She was wearing this safe-for-work black skirt, that just worked, with some weird uh... string up shirt? Either way it looked good, especially with her skin. White doesn't do it justice, it ain't pale, not really porcelain, just... white. As snow. All complimented well with a black belt, black heels, a little white purse, with dark orange trim... lines, whatever they're called, and these diamond shaped blue, I think, earrings.

"Are you the one they call Gilda? Gilda Hof?" Even her voice was a turn on, albeit prissy. British maybe? Or from Beverly Hills? Either way, hot.

"Uh, y-yes, I mean, *ahem* yeah I'm Gilda." Smooth... she looked relieved though.

"Oh, thank heavens! I was dreading that I had found the wrong place! Some of the people here are incredibly rude, when it comes to being asked for help."

"Yeah, a lot of them are assholes, but hey, what can ya do right?" I think my language surprised her, but she didn't comment negatively on it.

"Quite. Well nonetheless miss Hof, it is a pleasure." She held out her hand to shake... when the hell did she get to my desk? Collecting myself, I accepted it and shook.

"Well, take a seat, and tell me why you've come."

"Thank you." She sat down like a "proper" lady, legs together as she lowered, and instead of crossing them, she folded her well manicured hands in her lap.

Me for defs likey.

"Well first things first, what's your name dude?" She raised her eyebrow at "dude", but shook it off.

"My name is, Rarity."

...

Rarity?... That's it just... Rarity? I don't mind the name, it actually suits her pretty well, but at least Twilight had a last name.

"Rarity?..." I egged her on.

"Just Rarity, miss Hof, I have no last name to speak of." Hot, and has a mystery to her. I love my life.

"Will that... be a problem in finding work? I certainly hope it won't." Figured I'll pry about it later.

"Naw, s'all good. So, do you have a resume for me?" Her eyes bugged, her left hand went to her forehead, with a slap.

"My resume! I knew I was forgetting something today! I'm terribly sorry Miss Hof, but seem to have forgotten it."

"It's cool, don't worry about it." Well at least she didn't try to storm out. "I don't require one anyway on the first meeting anyway". She looked at me uncertainly.

"Truly?" Who the fuck asks "truly"?

"Uh, yeah."

"Thank goodness, to be honest, I had no where else to turn to at this point."

"No prob Rarity. So, seeing as how you ain't gotta resume, might as well try to get to know you a bit. If someone has a resume, I look it over, yeah, but I like to get to know my clients as people, so I know who I'm dealing with, as a person, not a worker." She smiled a little.

"That is rather clever! I quite like it, inquire away, Miss Hof." Well at least she's into it.

"Just Gilda please, Miss Hof is my Mother."

"As you would have it then." Uh.

"Uh..."

"Gilda it is then; I mean." Oh.

"Oh. Alright, so, Rarity, why you looking for work here? Given your appearance, if I may, you look like you were from Beverly Hills or something." She look flattered.

"Oh Heavens no! Nothing against Beverly Hills mind you, seems a truly wonderful city, but I am from Michigan; Clinton county, to be exact."

Bull. Shit.

"Michigan? You?" She looked slightly perplexed at the question(s).

"Why yes, born and raised. Is is really so strange?" YES!

"A little... I don't want to seem presumptuous, but, if it wasn't LA I would have straight up thought you were British or something." She gave a sly little smile.

"I admit I do look rather fabulous, do I not?"

"Oh! Uh... you, um..." How do I subtly imply that she's smoking? She put her fingers against her lips, suppressing a small laugh.

"I only jest Gilda, I do put quite a bit of time into the day to improve my appearance, in fact I-" She suddenly stopped herself, and lowered her hand back to her lap. "Nevermind all that silliness, you were curious about my home, yes?" Well now I'm curious about your refusal to share details with me, but we'll see what goes down.

"Well, yeah honestly, it's not so much where you're from, its more of why you're here? In Nevada. Looking for work. In Nevada." I could tell I was making her a little uncomfortable.

"Well, if you really must know Miss Gilda, I originally came to this terribly dry state, because I was offered a job at a theater here in Carson City, as a costume designer." Damn. So she's been close by for a while. How'd I not notice... this?

"So I take it you went to school for that? They have fashion schools in Michigan?"

"Oh, yes, several actually." She got a weird look on her face, probably reminiscing. "I graduated from The Art Institute of Michigan, on full scholarship, just several months ago. My work was highly acclaimed at the time of my graduation. Someone must have showed someone my work, because just a few days ago, I got a call from, who I believed to be, an agent, and was offered a job." She seemed proud of herself. Family was probably through the roof.

"Well Mom and Pops must have been proud yeah?" Her good mood left, and her eyes went downcast. Goddamn it...

"They were... excited, no doubts about that." Honestly, I didn't care to here her sob story, I just needed to get her in my Cathouse. I kept my cool though, and toughed it out.

"Let me guess, they didn't like your career choice right?" Eyes met mine again.

"Very perceptive Gilda. They weren't too happy about my decision to become a fashion designer, said it was a rather frivolous career choice. I had to start working right out of high school to try and put myself through college. It took about three years, but after working several jobs, even a few at a time, I was able to finally start my dream." So she can work then. I figured at this point I'll try to give a shit. Try.

"That's rough. They old fashioned or something?"

"In some ways I suppose. You see, Mother and Father own several restaurants in town, they are very well known, and respected in the community in which we live, organizing events, friends with the mayor; the like. They had always intended for my sister and I to assume rolls of a similar nature, in the future, but without a doubt they wanted us to take over the business after they retired. It was; to them, bad enough that my sister was a bit of a, not wild, but... unpredictable child." So her parents were dicks huh?

"Unpredictable? How so?"

"To give you an example, we came home one Sunday after church; Sweetie Belle had stayed over at a friends house prior, and she decided to surprised us with lunch. Sandwiches made herself, and nicely picked apples from one of our trees outside, with some pulp free orange juice." She smiled a little, I thought her sis didn't sound half bad honestly.

"Well that was cool of her."

"Quite generous, I agree, however... the meat she used was expired, one of Mothers apples had a worm inside, and most damming of all... she burnt the Orange juice..." She wha- the what!?

"H-how in the-"

"Bless her little heart, but Sweetie Belle cannot work with food. No matter how many hours Mother made the poor dear spend in the kitchen, she could just never get the hang of it. Never truly knew what she wanted to do in life, my sister, but was always eager to try and find out what, much to our parents annoyance." Sweetie Belle huh? Maybe I'll get lucky, like I did with Sparkle and Spike.

"She here with you then? I could imagine so, sounds like your parents were a little overbearing." Rarity shook her head.

"Sadly, no. I would have loved for her to be here with me but... well... do you have siblings Gilda?"

Thank GOD no. "Nope."

"Well, our relationship was... strained to say the least. In her younger years, I was not the ideal sister I should have been, whenever Father had us do work on his land, I was always the one who got off easy, being the oldest. If I got tired, I got to rest, Sweetie Belle however, would have to pick up my slack. If she was tired, Father would reprimand her, saying that being she was the youngest, she should have more energy." She reached into her purse and pulled out a carton of cigarettes. "Would it be ok if I smoke?" Of course she smokes. Given her appearance and personality, I wouldn't be surprised if she knows what wine to drink with what meal.

I didn't like cigarettes, but if it made her reveal more about herself, I'd deal with it.

"Go ahead."

"My thanks." She then pulled out a black lighter from her purse, and lit up the stick. Inhaling a puff, she looked visibly more relaxed. Resting the stick between her middle and index finger, she started to speak again. "I was not, suffice to say, my Fathers "favorite", Father had no favorites, of the two of us. Though it pains me to say, he loved Sweetie less than I." Inhale. Exhale.

"Sweetie Belle... poor girl, she tried so incredibly hard to work for his love, or appreciation, even a smile. It was never enough for Father." Inhale. Exhale. "It wasn't until after high school I noticed things about my sister. Things, any normal, or should I say good sibling, would have. She wasn't happy I came to find out... remotely. She was in her middle school years at the time, by then, in her eyes it was too late for me to try..." She started to slowly smile again, at the next part of her story.

"In recent times, we've talked primarily through text messaging, although she simply answers in responsive ways, never instigating conversations, but never telling me not to text her. A phone call, perhaps, if she picks up for me, never having much to say, they're primarily for me to check up on her, see if she's doing ok." In. Out. She had finished the cigarette, and disposed of it in an oval holder she brought with her, looking down, she was starring at the floor again.

There was something this broad wasn't telling me, she must have had her own demons to deal with. *sigh* Just as well, they're not my problem anyway. There was one thing I was curious about however.

"Rarity?" She looked up, with a tired look to her.

"Hm?"

"Well, I was curious, why aren't, you at this theater right now making a bundle? Sounds to me like that's why you would even want to stick around." Now she got a look of pure disappointment.

"Yes... that. I arrived here, near two weeks ago, I was heading to this theater that is quite popular over here, called 'Bob Boldrick Theater', smaller than I had hoped, but it was a job nonetheless. I arrived, head held high, mind ready to work, designs in hand, and a spring in my heels. Only to be told that the position had been given away, to a young upstart named Suri... that woman has tried to ruin me since college..." That's... honestly a little funny.

"But why stay? Nevada probably can't have much to offer you." She perked up a little bit from that comment.

"Oh but it can, it can! You see, I intend; considering my career is on an unfortunate hiatus, to use this time to build up my funds, so that I may be able to bring Sweetie Belle here to stay here with me, and for anything she may need." Why would she wanna do that?

"No disrespect, but considering how long you said you worked to even get here, why is that specifically your new priority? Shouldn't you worry more about yourself right now?" She got bummed again, at my question, but she put on a sad smile when she answered.

"That's just it Gilda, I spent the earlier quarter of my life thinking of my self, I viewed my not getting that job as a wake-up call. I sign of fate perhaps, that I possibly, wasn't the one I had to care the most about. I know she isn't happy at home, and that she still may resent me, but I know I can treat her better than Mother and Father. I can't promise her a glamours life, or even an easy one. It will take quite a bit of time, to obtain enough money to properly aquatint her. But if I can, and if she is willing to give me a chance, I will do my damn best, to make her happy."

Damn... She's determined as hell about making her sister happy. Almost an obsession it seems. Not unlike Sparkle's dilemma really. Main difference I see, is that, while Twilight seems to, at best, have a "decent" relationship with her faux-bro, Rarity's trying to, BUILD one with this Sweetie Belle. Going to pretty extensive lengths too. Can't lie, I respect that.

Unfortunately, Rarity, your plans will have to be put indefinitely on hold possibly longer than you "career".

"I think I've heard all I need to hear. I'll look around, make some calls, but I guarantee you Rarity," I leaned over and looked her dead in the eyes, "I will have a job for you tomorrow." She seemed relieved, but also had that funny looking; "Oh my god I can't believe it!", look on her face.

"Y-you mean it? You can really get me work somewhere? I've extensively applied at many establishments here, but I could never secure a position. You can truly help me out?" She looked like she was about to cry. I smiled at her.

"You bet dude. Show up here tomorrow at about 10:30, I'll ask some final qualifying questions, and I'll take you to meet your, possible, future boss." She clapped her hands together, and jumped up out of the seat, giddier than a One Direction fangirl.

"Thank you thank you THANK YOU!! You have no idea how much I appreciate this!"

"Oh, I think I have a good assumption. Go home and rest up. Big day tomorrow!" She thanked me one last time, and ran out of the room, well kind of, you can run only so well in heels. After I was certain she had left for good, I took out my phone and, gave Flim a call.

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...

...

"This is Flim."

"Flim, get Flam, I need the two of you to-"

"There is no need for that little birdie. Acquiring miss Rarity was a personal joint decision between Flam and I." I almost dropped the phone.

"WHAT!? How could you had known about her? And why didn't you tell me??"

"Sombra works in mysterious ways miss Hof, we are not obligated to tell you anything of our business."

"When it involves my business, it damn well does, Flim."

"That would ruin the magic of our work though, and we take great pride in our-" Yeah, I wasn't about to listen to this crap again.

"Fuck it, don't tell me, I could care less honestly, just be outside the door again. Same plan as Sparkle."

"Very well little birdie. Have a pleasant evening." *BEEP*

Dick.

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*Sniff sniff*

"Goddammit, now I gotta get the Febreeze..."

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Next morning, I waited patiently for Rarity, didn't have to wake up early to make a call, so I got to sleep in. That's always nice. I was stoked on life about adding Rarity. Not only would this mean twice the Main Attractions, and twice the money, I'll get to see more of that snow white skin of hers. I figured for Rarity, I'll put her in either nice, beautiful dresses, ones that hug the figure, but also accent, and show it off; the kind that leave room for the imagination, and play up her maturity and age, but respects it.

That... or I'll put her in the most revealing, skin showing skirts I got, give her some knee high socks, and sandals or something. I figured that it could work, just because of the fact that it contrast so harshly with her personality, it actually might make her look more attractive. I ended up going with the dresses option, but the latter is some fine late-night thoughts isn't it?

I was a little shocked honestly. I barely had to think about admitting her into The Griffon, I mean obviously she's extremely attractive, but I just saw everything I needed in her, once I laid eyes on her. Her eyes, those calming blue eyes, are piercing, not like in a judgmental way, or like she's staring into your soul, more like... she's gazing at it. Also her rack is just lovely. I think what convinced me to add her was in fact, how far she was willing to go to make her sister happy.

That showed a certain level of generosity. Generosity means hospitality. Hospitality means entertained customers. Entertained customers means customers interested in the product. That means sex, and sex means profit for me. Circle of life type shit.

Shaking me out of my thoughts was a knocking on the door. Unlike Twilight, at 10:33 Rarity showed up. Well at least she isn't as uptight as Sparkle was, just a bit of an enigma.

"Still unlocked." She came in wearing clothes much more suitable to work in. Some cheap, generic white t-shirt, and a faded pair of jeans, with a pair of Irish Setters... how do I know what those are? I really need to stop watching Style Network when I'm bored or tired... but "Clean House" though...

"Right on time Rarity, you ready for the last step?" She sat down, and without any doubt in her voice, she looked me in the eye and said:

"Yes. More than ready."

"Ok then, first things first, I just need to ask, like, four last little questions, at your future employers request." She still didn't falter.

"Of course, Miss Gilda. Go right ahead."

"Ok... question one, are you prepared to do whatever your boss asks of you?" She looked, almost shocked, at the question.

"Well, yes I should say so Gilda. Within reason of course. No matter how in dire need I am in, I do wish not to do anything illegal now."

"Aw don't worry... you won't." Must. Not. Smirk. "Question two, I probably don't need to ask this, but just in case *ahem*, this job will require you to be away from home for an extended period of time. Is this ok with you?" No second guessing this time.

"Yes. I know no one down here, and my family is all back in Michigan. Being away from 'home' will not be a problem." She know's no one here? This make things even easier! I always have a nagging feeling about Spike finding out. I was relieved I didn't have to worry about that with Rarity.

"All righty then, question number four. What is your opinion on ga- uh, homosexuality?" I remembered to say it right this time! She put her hand to her chest in surprise.

"M-my opinion on... that's... a rather odd question isn't it? Why would they wish to know that?" I actually had excuses planned now, I paraphrased what I told Twilight, to Rarity.

"It's so that they get an idea of what kind of workplace you'll be comfortable in. It has no bearing on whether or not you get the job, it's just with the way the world is now, this is stuff employers almost have to know." She put her hand to her chin in thought.

"Hmm... I do see that could become a problem. Well... if they really must know my honest opinion on the matter, you can tell them this to the letter. I believe that love is love, and it knows no bounds." Oh fuck she's one of those... "If a man loves a man, or a woman a woman, it's their love, and it's beautiful. Love, is beautiful, all kinds."

God I resisted so hard to just mumble the name NAMBLA.

"I have no problem whatsoever about working with a gay man or a lesbian. Or anyone in between. People are who they are, who am I to judge?"

Wow that was... well a little preachy, but noble all the same. I oddly found myself believing her, I didn't see a single trace of deception in those tiny lakes she has for eyes.

"That's very admirable of you. I-if you don't mind me asking... what is your... preference?..." Now she looked straight up perplexed.

"Now... is this a question of theirs? Or yours?" She asked slowly.

"H-hey you don't have to tell me, I just figured , ya know... I'm helping you out and stuff. Besides, I don't care if you are or not. As long as you keep this job I snagged ya, that's all that matters." Then she got a look of guilt on her face. Unintentional sounding guilt trip always works!

"Well you do raise a point, I am using your services for gratis after all... I suppose you deserve to know that." Really!? "I personally feel that I identify more as a bi-sexual. Not through 'extensive' experience mind you, but I have met may men and women, a fair number whom I felt attracted to. I have met men who could have swept me off my feet, who were handsome and kind. I also have met a fair number of women who I found to be beautiful." Wait... so, she has an explanation for it? Honestly, most women I've met just leave it at, "Yeah, I'm bi."

"Oh... wow, uh... thanks for sharing that with me Rarity, that couldn't have been easy detail about your life to disclose." She sent a warm smile my way.

"You are doing me a rather generous favor. Using your free time for free to help help a total stranger find work, so she can get her life in order? I figured the very least I could do is answer a simple question." A simple question?? People right fucking books on people just coming out of the closet!

She's... trusting me. Like Twilight did, before I fucked her over with my greed.

It didn't really hit me until then that I really took in what I had done up til now. Twilight Sparkle. Parent-less college graduate, trying to take care her brother who has no real family, and her widowed sister-in-law, who's grieving from her husbands possible suicide. And now Rarity... this woman who is desperately trying to forge some kind of relationship with her sister, Sweetie Belle, who seems like she's the only one she is "close" with. Trying to get her away from their hard-ass parents, and just make Sweetie Belle happy, not so much herself.

And here I was... with her future in the palm of my hands, and the power to do what I want with it. It was also then that I realized that...

I really started to like that feeling... knowing that I could single-handedly improve, or ruin someone's life, if I choose to. I can just say the word, and they're lives... are mine.

And I fucking loved it.

Recollecting my thoughts, I decided I probably should move one. "Well, your gratitude is not unappreciated, believe me. Ok then, last question, then we meet your boss, ready?" She looked only too excited to get this over with.

"Very much so, miss Gilda."

"Alright... are you a virgin?" Aaaaand cue look of shock.

"Am I... what???" Now bewilderment.

"Are you a virgin?" I repeated. Then she looked straight up offended. How is this subject always more sensitive then sexual orientation? Shouldn't it be the other way around?

"Excuse me!?"

"I'm just asking on their behalf Rarity. You don't need to get all-" Really poor choice of words right there...

"Now wait just a minute! Miss Gilda. I am extremely grateful for all you are doing to help me, and I truly mean that. However, I simply cannot see the significance of that particular information, helping hindering or otherwise, with getting a job. How I feel on homosexuality and it's respective community, that I can grasp, giving for having as productive a work place as possible. You're curiosity about what sex I prefer, while a little uncomfortable to talk about at first, I cannot exactly fault you for being curious, you are human after all. However-"

I really hoped that the next time I met a girl I found perfect for this position, that they weren't smart enough to poke this many holes in my ruse. Speaking of that... nevermind, I'm getting ahead of myself.

"- I would like to know how the fact of the matter, of whether or not I have made love-" Dammit her too? "is a necessary variable, in the job application process!"

She had me. I mean, what more could I say? She pointed out everything that could unravel my whole ruse. Sparkle didn't even make it this far, she just got pissed, Rarity tore my shit apart. I couldn't just call in Flim and Flam though, I needed her name on that contract. Even though I know that her family lives in Michigan, I had no idea where Sweetie Belle lives, where the fuck Clinton county was, or even if Flim and Flam had contacts that are even in that state.

Not that Rarity needed to know that, but without having to resorting to the life-threatening of her sister, I could at least bind her to a legal contract. Plus, you know, a gun to her head helps too. She had me cornered now though, I had to think up a lie, and I thought it up quick.

"But that's just it! It actually does play a role in whether or not you get a job with them!" She raised a brow, leaned back, crossed her arms, and now crossed her legs, -oh that looked nice- left over right, and looked at me expectingly. "Go on."

I figured I'd try actually exploiting her giving nature, now that I have a vague idea of its extent. So I went out on a limb.

"They see it as an act of generosity on your part."

"Generosity? They find asking about... that, is suitable for finding out if I'm... nice??" Time to philosophize.

"Not 'nice', generous." She rolled her eyes.

"I hardly see a difference between the two, Miss Gilda." I was about to take a risk, but I had to set it up just right.

"I think there is. See, anyone can be 'nice. As in do something, well, nice for someone, buy them something, help them out in a tough situation, give them some money to help out, things like that."

"Right, as would a 'generous' person.

"But that's the thing. I think generosity, that is, someone being generous, is when someone does something nice... but unconditionally." She stared, then blinked, I could tell she didn't totally get me. Now was when I would take my risk. "Let me give you an example... you remember how you were telling me about your sister; Sweetie Belle?"

"Well... yes."

"Remember how you were telling me how her home life sucks, and you want to bring her here? To stay with you, and try to make her happy?"

"I do, yes, and I very much intend to, but I'm not exactly certain how-"

"Well then, are you doing that because you truly want her to be happy, or are you doing it more for yourself." That pissed her off just a tad.

"For myself!? How dare you insinuate-" I held up my hand, cutting her off before she could rant.

"Let me finish. You said it yourself, and no offence intended cause this is what you told me, you sucked as a big sister."

"Gilda, I fail to see-"

"Hold. Up. That being said, you want to make amends with her. Build some kind of relationship right? Well, to me, it's obvious that you regret being neglectful towards her in years previous, and while you had it difficult at home I'm sure, she, again like you said, undoubtedly has it harder. I'm only guessing at this point, but you feel some blame for that I assume." She silently nodded.

"I'm pretty positive that a good deal of her negative disposition these days, is in fact, directly because of you." She looked down in (what I guessed) shame. I had her.

"I don't know anything about having any siblings, but from what I've heard from people with siblings, is that if you, literally and figuratively, have no one in the world, there's nothing like knowing your brother or sister has your back." She turned her head down. Guilt trip successful, time to move in for the kill. All this drama because I asked about whether or not she's had sex. Unbelievable...

"So tell me. Are you doing this for her? Or so you can feel better and try to fix past mistakes? For your sisters happiness and well-being, or your own?" She was silent for a bit, then finally looked back up at me, eye's shaky.

"I... I believe I understand what you are saying, Miss Gilda. I do see how my current course of actions could become misconstrued. But... believe me when I say that, I truly want my sister to be happy. If... if she decided to remain home, I would respect her wishes, of course. I would be lying if I said I wasn't doing this partially out of my guilt, and not just because of Sweetie Belles situation." Silent tears started to fall down her cheeks.

"I want her here with me Gilda... I love that free-spirited sister of mine. I just want to prove it to her, give her a home where she can just live. No expectations of her, no pressure on her for what she 'should' do, rather, encourage her to focus more on what she wants to do in life. I know you can't being to truly understand how I feel about all of this, or my situation... but..."

Yeah, I'd heard enough.

"Hey." She calmed down a bit at the soft tone of my voice. Hate it when I have to do this shit.

"I get it, alright. Not fully, I probably never could. But, the reason why they see it as an act of generosity, is because the job they want to give you, is a... form of charity I guess you could call it. It pays just fine, don't worry about that. The purpose of the questions, is to see whether or not you're 'generous' enough, to pledge yourself to an honorable cause, do anything necessary to make the people you're helping happy, and if you're willing to extend your hand in an act of trust."

There I went with the trust angle again. I was playing on her seemingly natural generous nature more, but next time, I needed a new angle to exploit.

"Trust, sometime, is the most generous thing someone could give another person, hence, personal questions. So I repeat. Are you, Rarity, a virgin?" She wiped away her tears with her left index finger, her eyes red but looking stronger now, and spoke with pure determination.

"No, Gilda, I am not." Hot damn, I got her! Like I needed her confirmation anyway. I mean her a virgin at this point in her life? I didn't think so.

"Thank you rarity. The worst is over now though! Just one last procedure-" I reached into my desk and pulled out a copy of my edited contract. "-and that's to sign on the dotted line." I handed it over to Rarity, who then proceeded to read my totally-written-better contract.

"What this contract explains is how you'll be given your check at the end of each bi-weekly pay period, or upon a task completion. Also, to address your previous concerns, all activities that will be asked of you, are within full rights of the law. Any questions, Rarity?" She looked back up at me.

"Just one actually. Who wrote this contract up?" Aw shit.

"A uh... friend of mine. Why?..."

"Well, not to offend your friend but, there are quite a few mistakes in punctuation. To many commas, and not enough periods. Have they ever heard of a semi-colon?"

Must. Not. Rage.

"Ha ha, well... I'll, be sure to let them, know that they... suck at writing."

"Nothing so hurtful Miss Gilda, just to be more careful of run-on-sentences is all." She finished with a smile...

Ugh.

Before I could feel like shit about it (I put effort into that thing!), she handed me the contract back. Now came the tricky-er part. I had no leverage on her, like I did Sparkle.

"All squared away then! Ready to meet your boss?" Eagerness shot through Rarity at my question. I could feel it.

"Am I ever! Let's be on our way, yes?"

"Of course!" I stayed in my chair. Rarity looked at me expectingly. Blink. Blink.

"Um... Miss Gilda?"

"Yes, Rarity?"

"Are um... are you going to take me to meet my future employer?"

"Of course." I leaned forward, resting my arms on the desk. "I already have."

"I'm afraid I don't quite... wait a minute... YOU!? You're hiring me???" So far, still my favorite part of the job. The after-interview reactions.

"But of course Rarity! I thought you would've figured me out by now." She was taken aback, like, A LOT. She uncrossed her legs, and brought her chair closer to the desk, to interrogate me.

"Why did you not tell me? That information would have been, highly appreciated!"

"If I told you I was gonna be your boss, how do I know you wouldn't have put on airs, to try and impress me." She relaxed a tad, but was still a little upset.

"I suppose I can understand that. I just wish I knew earlier. I wouldn't have been nearly as nervous." I raised an eyebrow.

"Why's that?"

"Because even though I have known you only for a day, I truly appreciate everything you've done to help me, and I feel I can trust you. You won't regret hiring me Gilda, I swear I'll do whatever it takes to pay you back for this!"

It's weird... I didn't feel half as bad as when I did this to Twilight. Was... was I becoming... numb to the fact that I was ruining someone's whole life for the perseverance of mine? Non caring, about these fucked up things I'd been doing?

The very idea scared me at first... I didn't dwell on it too much though. Figured I was just over thinking it.

"I... I'm sure you will... Rarity. *ahem* So, uh, you probably want to know where you're gonna be working now huh?"

"Oh most certainly! I'm quite curious to know what kind of business you own."

"Well the name of my, humble establishment... is called." I put on my best sly smile. " 'Griffon's... Cathouse' " I gave her a moment to take the name in. Ever so slowly her eyes started to get oh so wider.

"No... y-you can't be serious..." Her scared whisper, sent tiny shiver of excitement up my spine.

"Pardon?"

"You're... not serious are you? You want me to-"

"Need Rarity. I need you to work for me." Figured I'd be honest.

"Why me?" Was she serious?

"You serious?? Look at you! You're fucking beautiful! Everything about you is perfect for the job! You're hair, y-you're body, your fucking voice, just radiates pure... pure sex. I need you as my one of the girls in my, Main Attraction." You'd think after I just basically said that, she's the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life, she'd be a little flattered. But no! She looked disgusted!

"It's unique from my regular girls; this unit I put together, it's prestigious. Each girl is a completely different party, different experience. You're a beauty. It'd be good for you too! You'll wear absolutely stunning dresses, the best make-up I can buy, and the best part is that, men will want to pay to pleasure you! Well mostly them, but still everyone wins!" I was starting to creep myself out, I sounded like a fanatic.

"Good for me?... Good for me!? You want me to be one of your prostitutes!" She stood you, wanted a shouting match huh?

"It is not-" I stood to stand, but her voice overpowered mine.

"Being payed for sex is a good idea to you!? You truly believe that to be a selling point!? No! How could you even fathom the thought of me agreeing to do something like this!"

"Sex is good right? Sex feels good, so why not flaunt that?"

"It's disgusting! This whole 'interview' process was a lie all along wasn't it?"

"No fucking shit! Think about the questions I asked you!"

"I merely thought you might have been attracted to me, or something of that nature at worst! I had no way of knowing you intended this fate for me!"

"That's your fault. Besides. I didn't totally lie." I managed to gain some control over my emotions again. She was still looking ready to kill me.

"You told me this was a... type of charity!"

"And it is! Stuff like this, brothels and whatnot, is he oldest profession in the world girl! It helps make the world go round. You'll be 'helping' people, be happy. By sex."

"You're mad... no not mad, you're sick. Sick, a-and demented. I needed your help! I trusted you, and you think 'helping' me, is asking me to work in a brothel as some sex object!?"

"Not asking, Rarity." I held up the contract. "Making you. By the way, the official name is 'playmate', FYI." She gasped in realization, but quickly hardened her tone again.

"You, Gilda Hof, do not own me. That piece of paper means nothing. Like this office, and your interview, it's just like you. An empty, hollow sham." That... actually stun. "The authorities will know of this, Gilda. You've made yourself a huge mistake." Shit, she had put up more resistance than I thought she would. She turned to the door.

"Wait!" She didn't falter, she grabbed the knob. "What about Sweetie Belle? Don't you need money to bring her here? Make her happy? That's your goal ain't it? Make up for the past and shit!?" She turned to me, and -fuck I could just feel the ice in her eyes.

"Nothing is worth degrading myself to the likes of you, and your sad profession. My sister will understand. She may not love me as much as I wish, but I know she would not wish for me to stoop so low, as to sell my body for some selfish witch like you. Good day Gilda Hof." Before I could move a step, Rarity opened the door.

And promptly ran into Flim and Flam, who then pushed her back into the room.

"Ah! Who are you???" Flam answered first, of course in rhyme...

"Pleasure to meet you, Miss Rarity, Flam is my name. And watching you for several moons, has been our game."

"Right my brother is, m'lady. I am the younger brother, Flim. No doubt you're curious how we know your name."

"I should say so! Gilda!" She turned to me. "Are they 'friends' of yours?"

"Friends, no chance in hell. Ally's, yes we help each other out quite often. Ha ha. I'll see you at the Cathouse, Rarity."

"You'll never make me-" Before she could finish, Flam had put some good ol' chloroform to her face from behind. She only lasted a few seconds before she passed put. She went limp, and fell into his arms.

"You gonna tell me how the fuck you know about her now?"

"In the car little birdie. In the car."

"Goddammit..."

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"Her parents sent us."

"They WHAT!?" Flim laughed then "corrected" me I guess.

"Not explicitly, Gilda. I'm sure Miss Rarity didn't tell you, but there have been a string of kidnappings in her hometown in recent weeks. Young women from the age of eighteen to twenty-five." I think I knew where he was going.

"Sombra?" He smirked.

"Perhaps. His reach knows no bounds after all. Sombra has had eyes on this particular woman for... an almost unhealthy amount of time. When we informed him of our new allegiance with you, he all but jumped on the opportunity to include her in your humble abode. Sombra will be truly pleased to know his favorite fish in the sea, is available for... gutting."

Ew. Ew. EW!

"That's... an unsettling choice of words, Flim... wait, what does this have to do with Rarity's parents?"

"The chief of police, who has been 'leading' the investigation, has ties to Sombra. Knowing of his lust for Rarity, he contacted us post-haste."

Well, it's still a better love story than- wait.

"So Sombra took interest in Rarity... does that mean he's from Michigan? That he's coming here!?"

"Not unnecessarily."

"The fuck does that mean!?"

"It means, if the man himself did decide to show up, he would not make it obvious. He will not introduce him as his name to you, make a scene, even his attire will be non-leading. Total anonymity. Or perhaps... she will?" He was teasing me now.

"Just who the hell is Sombra?..." I was asking myself more than him.

"All in due time Gilda."
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"Welcome to Griffon's Cathouse Rarity! This is where you'll be staying from now on." She was still a little drowsy from being ko'd, but she was coherent enough to hold a conversation.

"Staying? As in... living here?"

"For an indefinite amount of time, yes."

"I... I-I can't stay here for, however long 'indefinite' is!"

"Look Rarity, we've already done this song and dance. Yes I'm forcing you have sex for money, for me. Honestly, you're just going to have to suck it up. Heh. In more ways than one, trust me."

"You foul-" Before she could continue, I grabbed her by her shirt, and brought her close to my face.

"Shut up. Wait here. I'm going to go see if your room is ready. Roam around if you want, just don't break anything, 'Miss Rarity'." I shoved her back, watching her stumble, I was a little shocked at myself, but didn't let it show. Giving her one last glare, I walked to the back, down the hall to her room, hoping she would stay out of trouble.
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That terrible, awful woman, no, she doesn't deserved to be called a woman, she's nothing less than a criminal.

I couldn't believe this to be real... it just couldn't be. This woman intends to make me one of her prostitutes! Those men, the ones who drugged me, I pray to the Lord that's all that happened to me... I believe them to be lethal; Flim and Flam, I believe they introduced themselves as. I don't want to risk... risk being killed, they seem the type to do it.

Sweetie Belle... my sister... I'm so sorry I never got the chance to... to show you how much you mean to me. I don't know how long I'm meant to stay here, months, years. I'm frightened. Will I ever be able to leave? What if I out live my use to her, will she have me... have me murdered?? My God... I might never be able to walk out of here. All because of this woman's greed... her black, icky greed, I thought she was doing a generous act out of the goodness of her heart, I was foolish enough to do the same. My relinquishing of such private information... must have been thrilling for her.

I swore it would be the last time I make that mistake.

"Man. Gilda must have really done a number on you." I voice from behind me? I turned around, and much to my surprise, there is a rather impressive looking gathering area. What looked to be a fairly antiquating bar, several couches and tables, I notice a faint smell in the air, she must also have a kitchen.

What really grabbed my attention, was woman reading in the back corner of the room, at a booth. Attractive young lady, tan skin, unique purple hair (small world I suppose), and wearing a rather risque... teachers attire? I suppose she works here.

"So how'd she do it? Threats of violence? Blackmail?" She didn't even so much as glance away from her text. I wan't exactly sure of her intentions.

"I beg your pardon?" She let out an annoyed sigh, only then looking up from her book.

"Just, come here." Cautiously taking her up on her offer, I walked slowly to her booth. She had a mountain of books by her side! I wonder how much money she's put in Gilda's pocket...

"That's close enough." I was barely half-way there; standing in the middle of the room like a fool. Thankfully, but also oddly enough, she was the only person in sight. I figured I might as well be polite to my... new colleague, and introduce myself.

"It's a... pleasure to meet you." She, for some reason, glared at me.

"Sure it is." What on Earth had I done to offend her? I didn't exactly feel like arguing with her, so I introduced myself first.

"I am Rarity."

"... Name's Twilight Sparkle." She looked me over after her rather rude introduction. "Yeah... I can see why she'd want you here." I blushed quickly at the... compliment?

"Ah! W-what are you insi-"

"I'm not insinuating anything. I've just, 'worked', here a while. I know how she operates. Let me guess, she got dome dirt on you, and blackmailed you into this right?" Did something similar happen to her as well?

"N-no actually. Um... I-I was threatened with my life to come here... these two, brutes stormed into the office just as I was about to leave."

"Ah yes, Film and Flam. Real bastards aren't they? They're like the living embodiment of those 'strange-danger' signs they have in suburban neighborhoods." I think that was an attempt at humor.

"Yes... quite. So, i-if you don't mind me asking of course, but how did she make you-"

"That's classified." "Classified"? She sounded like some sort of automated response.

"Oh... Well I would very much care to listen." At this, she actually closed her book, and looked dead at me.

"I'm sure you would Rarity, but I was only curious on how Gilda hooked your ass into this. I wasn't exactly planning on making small talk with you."

"You are being quite rude Twilight Sparkle! The very least you could do is show some compassion, given my circumstance! We do not have to be enemies here you know." Now it was my turn to glare.

"Very true. I don't want to be friends either. I got the answer I wanted to my question, you can go now." Uncourteous little-! Very well. I shan't waste my time trying to be civil with the likes of her.

"Hmph! Good day to you, Miss Sparkle!" I turned on my heel, and walked back to the front. I could hear here shout at me as I walked.

"Just Twilight will do just fine, thank you!" There aren't enough synonyms in the world to describe how much I didn't like her right now. Just then my new "boss"... ugh, it feels disgusting just thinking about the fact, came up to me.

"Ah, Rarity! My bad on taking so long, I had to help clean up the place. The part-timer that worked her before used to make huge-ass messes. Damn that Trixie... anyway, let me show you to your new... office." There even even less synonyms, adjectives, adverbs, or conjugations, to describe the pure loathing I felt right then for Gilda Hof. Perhaps after this "tour" is over, I can see if I can become this establishments "bartender"...
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So I showed her around, gave her the same shit about rules, regulations, my mostly flawless security system, and trust system I have with my workers. In the fact that there is none. Like I did with Twilight, in a few weeks, I would take her out to peruse the stores, so she could customize her new work space. Rarity's first few weeks were slightly more productive then Twilight's. Only slightly.

Instead of throwing her out to the masses immediately, a mistake I made with Twilight, I took a few days to actually teach her the job, so she would be more comfortable with the idea. I went over the different subtleties of eye, and body communication, how to speak, even (and this was surreal) different cosmetic advise. I figured that she was good no doubt at this stuff already, to a degree, but not in the way I need her to be. Subtle's all well and good, to a point, I told her she would have to trust her gut when it comes to balancing the two.

As for her first days actually on the job... I'll give her this, she definitely has seen more action than Twilight. Her tactics were slightly different too. Where as Twilight; out of the two, was more seductive looking with the style I gave her, and a bit more forward, Rarity was more reserved, didn't try to hard to get attention (not that she had to), I also kept to my promise and gave her the kind of dresses that Angelina Jolie can only try to rock. Didn't pose, give any coy looks or sexy smiles, instead she stood straight up, keeping her hands folded in front of her.

I. Am. A. Genius.

She wasn't that loud either, normally anyway, on average I can here my girls from at least my podium up front, Rarity, barely made a sound. I thought about bringing it up to her, until one of my customers came up to me and complimented her performance, said it was... "perfect".

Perfect. Things were going great! I was cut a break and spared a giant argument with her about the morality of her situation. I think by week three, she just gave up trying to argue, and started to go with the flow. Good. I had successfully integrated my prize beauty into the business. As a little reward from me, I let her use my phone to call her sibling in Michigan (at least her sibling is real), and took her out to buy shit for her room. She bought pretty much what I thought she would, a full size mirror, various outfits, make-up she wanted to wear, a big-ass white bed, and for some reason a bunch of albums by Prince.

Ever since then, she's taken to manning the bar for me, good thing too, I think she's more of a people person than me anyway. She smokes occasionally while on duty, sucks, cause it smells up the joint, but she makes me oodles of cash, so I guess it's fine...

The situation with Rarity was... interesting to say the least. With Twilight, I actually felt a fair deal of guilt for what I did to her. Maybe it was because her situation was slightly more "do-or-die", but with Rarity, I almost felt no guilt. Remorse, sure, but not guilt, or maybe the other way around, I don't know.

When I grabbed Rarity like that... could I really had gone far enough to hurt her? Could I bring myself to physically harm any of my girls?

I'm blackmailing/threatening them to sell their bodies for money, for me, yet I feel bad about doing it? I regretted nothing since I sent Cranky to jail... haven't I? Strangely enough, when I actually got the money from he court settlement, I remember feeling... funny. Kind of like how I felt when I revealed myself to Rarity, that feeling of... of power. Power's a funny thing really; a simple word, that's driven empires into the ground, and has made people lose faith in religion.

I convinced myself in the office that it felt good, but looking back... I can't really remember what went down, like those times when cognitive thinking stops, and emotions or instinct take over. Well ok, I can remember, not like I blacked out, but it seems like it all went by in a rush. A rush... I calmed myself down. I wasn't possessed by anything, doctors never diagnosed me with something, I'm good. Just a little adrenaline rush, caused by a power trip, everyone gets that. Athletes, gamers, people in politics or any kind of armed forces. I was no different.

Besides Cranky's the only one that deserves even a little sympathy, if any at all...

February passed by, without further incident. I never did see Sombra, or anyone I would perceive to be him anyway. I was raking in more cash then ever, I almost thought I'd be set for a while. Midway through March, I thought it a good idea to expand differently this time. I had Twilight, sexy teacher fantasy, Rarity, belle of the ball status, I needed a woman with more spice, a girl with a kick; attitude to her, almost a polar opposite to Twilight and Rarity.

That's where the southerner comes in.

Author's Notes:

As you can tell, I took more than a few liberties with the back stories so far, but hey the AU tag is there for such a reason. I decided to do the POV shift, so we could understand what was going on in her head. Hope it didn't screw with the narrative flow for you to much, considering Gilda's is mostly in past-tense for, while Rarity's is a more "present" type tense. Next chapter will take a wee bit. When I split up the chapters, this chapter was about half written, so now I start from scratch with Applejack!... yay?... thanks for reading, either for the first time, or if you're tuning back in, and as usual, let me know of any mistakes I made so I can fix them, and tell me what you thought. Only if you want to of course.