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Among the ones Glory calls friends and suitors, there are few, very few for whom she'd put in the effort of getting a dress, prepping herself and attending a public event in the city like this. Classical music lilting on the air from a live band, ponies chatting and eating appetizers, joking with each other over wine and fine dinners. On the dance floor, couples waltz to the strums of bass and violin, a quiet drum beat providing rhythm.

Among the ones Glory calls friends and suitors, those lucky few attend these parties with her for an experience rarely found with the mare. Peaceful music and dancing, gazing longingly into the red eyes of a mare who wants more from life than just sex and adventure.

"At least, that's what he told Glory."

Glory looked across the table at Steel who simply blinked at her, falling back into the couch. [You of all ponies.]

"Yup! It was actually kinda nice, doing the whole dancing thing."

[…The punchline to all this is you stripped and fucked right there on stage, isn't it?]

"Nah, that happened at the hotel."

Steel deadpanned at her, rubbing his brow. [Lucky bastard…]

"Hey, not like we couldn't do that."

[I suck at dancing!]

"So does Glory. But she sucks other things, too!"

Steel just groaned at the pun, rolling his eyes. Still, he smiled, sitting back up to look at her. [Aright, Miss Two Left Hooves. Wanna meet with River and put some of this dancing skill to the test?]

Glory looked off to the side at that, narrowing her eyes a bit before grinning. "Can Glory look however she likes?"

[Sure, that shouldn't be a problem.]


Author's Note:
See how much Steel regrets this decision in the next image, being uploaded after this!

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Posted previously at: 2018-08-04T03:14:23 | Posted previously by: KillerSteel