I sat at Princess Celestia's left hoof, wearing a tailored tuxedo, my hair slicked back and shining. We were seated at the head of the ballroom at a long table made to seat the Princess and her retinue, and round tables filled the rest of the space. All around us were seated dozens and dozens of well-dressed ponies; the upper crust of Canterlot society, the "movers and shakers". Raven sat at Princess Celestia's right hoof, wearing her collar and cravat, her hair impeccably done up in her signature large bun. I leaned over, eyeing Princess Celestia, and muttered quietly, "So. I gotta talk to these ponies, and you move me to a room in the west wing? With... west-facing windows?"