Photo Finish does seem to get rather aroused by mares wearing shiny stuff, if this is any indication.
 
>>1066874
 
It wouldn’t surprise me if she was the one who set up Vinyl’s cover, wonderful as it is.

Another one

Dear godness, my eyes started drippnig. How i love safe-but-still-kinky pictures like this.
 
@Bass Canon  
I’d really want to hear that music or something similar. (and see Photo Finishes face :D)

I am just going to leave this here:  
“Yes dear, just a bit wider.” Dash smiled, as PolyVinyl made the correction.
 
Her reply was in a melody, her mask changing her voice into a series of beats. It was Dash’s idea, all of it. They became manager and client 6 months ago, when Dash applied for the position for the strugling Scratch, as her newest records could not sell. Dash’s approach of reinvention, and the fact she too had become a cult icon herself in the more mature parts of town, gave her the job. Sure, Vinyl did not add the Poly straight away, it was a natural process. Sessions, mental stimulation, the gradual increase in sexual pleasure when being kinky, all was perfectly designed and constructed by Dash, who turned out to be quite the evil mastermind. Every moment was to be filled with rubber, toys, sexual indulgence and enjoying every fetish she uncovered in herself.
 
Their bond became stronger and stronger, as Dash was now only less important to Ocatvia, who, ever the supporting mare, went along for the ride. The latex cello player was making splashes of her own as well. The mask, which eminated the scent of Octavia (the process of getting it always delicious for all involved) was now on her for 2 weeks. Sure, learning to speak again was hard, but Dash and Octi were quite fluent in the Vinyl, as they jokingly called it.
 
The music of the new PolyVinyl was no longer techno for the everymare. No, the drops, the lyrics, the moods became edgier, provocative, and meant for the perverted creatures like her. Needless to say, it sold like hotcakes. Now all it needed was the perfect cover.
 
“Perfect dear, just prefect. Now say Kinky!” Dash smiled, and knew that under the mask, her toy did so too.
 
A melody, one very cheery came back, as the Photo Finish began to click away, blushing nervously.

Super snuggly Wub-butt!

“Bane?”