“Don’t settle for some naked concubine. Make them fabulous!
 
Rarity’s Boutique offers a wide selection of enticing, and affordable, ensambles for your gryphon toys!
 
Have a naughty maid who needs more punishment for her incompetence!
 
How about a bedside nurse to cure what ails you?
 
Show a rather morbid gryphon a new world of light and love!
 
Mix and match hundreds of articles of undergarments, chokers, collars, socks, gloves, and other nick nacks to make the gryphon toy of your dreams.
 
Rarity’s Boutique!”
 
 
Rarity sighed bitterly and crumpled up the pink flyer, hurling it into the trash. Opalesance’s eyes following the arcing wad of paper. “What have I become, Opal?” Rarity lamented, looking down at her hands. “How can I be fabulous with so much blood on my hands!”
 
Rarity, in her typical dramatic fashion got up from her desk and began to pace and monologue. “Have we really saved those poor gryphons? We’ve taken them from the mines and forges and put them in the bedchambers of… fiends!” she said looking in the mirror of her dresser. She still looked as fabulous as usual, but that fabulosity only masked a growing inner ugliness.
 
“Would it be more preferable for them to die in the mines? To fall into the smelting pots and slip into peaceful oblivion? A more merciful end, certainly preferable to a life of those… memories.” her brows furrowed.
 
“They live longer most of the time but can you call that living; Being a plaything for a pony with more gold than morals?” She turned to the window to see Flim Flam Tower.
 
Flim Flam tower stood menacingly in the sunset sky over canterlot. The smokestacks bellowed thick black smoke, like the other factories in Canterlot. The company’s logo lit up by massive floodlights. At the top of the tower, there were lights on… Flim and Flam’s Suite.
 
“I will see you burn one day, tower…” Rarity sneered. “I swear upon all my honor, you will be a beacon for gryphons everywhere, like a great wickerman on a hilltop!”
 
The night was fast approaching when she and her friends would kick open the doors of that place and bring it all down. No matter how many drab and rusty robots needed to be smashed. No matter how many teeth they, or Flim and Flam and associates had to lose. No matter how many hairs she’d lose in the process, sacrafices had to be made!
 
She looked down at the streets of canterlot below. Ponies and Gryphons were in the streets. Gryphons were being beaten, were being forced into the homes of their new owners, Gryphon children were trying to flee from their new owners.
 
“And you… the worst players in this farce!” Rarity pressed her hands against the window as she looked down with a scowl. “You will all pay for this too! You made me part of this madness, you left me with no choice! Those gryphon slaves will cut your throats in your undeserved sleep!” she ranted.
 
Rarity stepped away from the window and sat at her cherrywood desk, pouring herself a glass of red wine.  
“I hope they eat you… scum!” rarity grumbled to herself, sipping the red wine.