Turning around, Lily extended her forelegs out. "On my left, you've got the raunchy but regular stuff -- just ponies baring what they've got or enjoying each others' company. Mares, colts, mares and colts, colts and colts, mares and mares, et cetera. On my right, it's the 'special interest' mags." She coyly shrugged one shoulder, and tilted her head down to meet it. “Maybe you can find something there to scratch your little 'tack-play' itch, since the Royal Engineer's not available to play with right now."