“All right,” Sunset Shimmer said to herself, pacing back and forth in front of her door. “Today is the day. Don’t wuss out now.”

Wearing her favorite terry cloth bath robe with nothing underneath it, Sunset steeled herself for what was to come. It had been one whole week since she had accidentally carried a bag of trash completely nude to the garbage chute and felt that wonderful adrenalin rush, and she wanted more. Unfortunately now she was completely conscious of every second she was sans clothing and couldn’t muster up the courage to repeat her earlier performance, so she concocted an alternative plan.

In less than five minutes Rainbow Dash would be at her apartment, expecting to simply hang out. The two weren’t quite as close as Sunset was to Dash’s other friends, so she flubbed the truth a bit, telling Dash that she wanted to connect with her as she had the others. Dash agreed.

Sunset’s ulterior motive was to open wide her robe whenever Dash had her back turned, flashing her and hopefully closing it again before she looked back. If she mistimed it, Sunset could easily play it off as an accident. Dash seemed the most likely candidate of the five to shrug it off.

Or preposition her.

Sunset was strangely okay with that scenario.

Her doorbell rang. Sunset immediately began sweating. ‘This is a horrible plan,’ she thought. ‘If she catches me, she’s going to think I’m a pervert. I already have one stain on my life. Do I need another?’

Sunset let the doorbell chime again. Realizing that simply ignoring Dash wouldn’t make the problem go away, she took a deep breath and opened the door. Standing there with a big smile on her face was Rainbow Dash, and in her hands was an Xbox One.

“Hey there Shimmy! Ready to get your butt whooped on Halo?”

Sunset Shimmer and Rainbow Dash played Halo. Sunset’s robe remained firmly fastened all night long.