Rarity ogled herself in the full-body mirror hanging from the back wall of Fleur de Lis's walk-in closet, her lips pursed in a histrionic pout. She hated the costume Fleur had chosen for her tonight. The sleek purple nylon felt silky and luxuriant against her coat, but the material was entirely too gauzy and form-fitting. When dressed, a dignified lady ought to leave a little something to the imagination, but the gaudy thong leotard plastered to her body only highlighted her every curve.