"Of course you do. I'm tired of peasants like you dirtying the sanctity of this gala, and I want you gone. That should be all the reason you need." Spoiled leans in extremely close, her face mere inches away from Cheerilee's as her voice turns to a hushed whisper. "Heck, I may as well raise your 'rate' while I'm at it. Since you can get your hooves on a dress like this without much issue, I suppose paying a bit more won't be a problem either."