Rarity was a beautiful mare—she had been her entire life. She had grown accustomed to being wanted, but never like this, never with the raw, covetous yearning that thrived in the hearts of these four stallions, and the crowd circling beyond. To them she was an irreplaceable object—a priceless, one-of-a-kind possession—and nopony valued their possessions like the very wealthy and the very greedy.