"Now if you'll excuse me, Miss Fleur, I need to be on my way. I believe your husband and his friends are waiting for me in the Showroom," said Rarity. "Perhaps you could serve them refreshments while they spend the remainder of the evening drooling over me." A mane flip put the plastic mare in her place, and Rarity left the closet with her chin raised, a triumphant spring in her prance.