Fluttershy is... put out. Sad. If Rarity dares, it seems as if she's even... moping.
And that won't do.
Her own marefriend, in a dreary mood, sighing about the place and looking as if she's moments from uttering a sob?! No, no. Her sweet Fluttershy deserves only the best, and deserves only happiness -- the darling is always so kind!
When Rarity hugs her marefriend, and gains only a small blush and a tired smile in return, she steels herself. Well. She shan't let this happen. Rarity will simply have to go in... for the kill.
When Fluttershy is out of the room, Rarity goes to work. She yanks open drawers, pulls out boxes from under her bead, tears away spools of fabric to reveal hidden treasures. And at the end of her search, she's gifted with several capped tubes of expensive, beautiful color.
Rarity sits down in front of her vanity, applies a generous layer of lipstick, and deviously giggles to herself.
"Oh Fluttershy..." she sings. "Could you come in here for just a moment?"
"O-Oh yes, Rarity," she hears, mumbled from somewhere in the Boutique. "I'm coming!"
When the pegasus comes in, frazzled and her eyes covered in those dreadful bags, Rarity dramatically turns to her with a flick of her neck. One hoof held daintily up, and her eyelashes batting wildly, she gives her Fluttershy a winning smile.
Fluttershy relaxes and giggles behind a hoof. "Oh," she breathes. "That's a very pretty color on you, Rarity. Is that what you wanted to show me?"
"Thank you, Fluttershy. And no, not quite. You see, I happened to find all of these," She levitates the tubes in front of Fluttershy's face, and fans them out like a delicate deck of cards. "And I thought that I just had to try them out. Would you mind being a palette for a while, darling?"
Fluttershy flicks her sagging shoulders, picks up her drooped ears. Her dimming eyes light up just a bit. "Sure, Rarity. That could be... fun."
"It will be, dear, it will be."
Fluttershy yelps as Rarity grabs her in her telekinesis and shoves her to sit in the vanity chair. The pegasus (still with that dreadful dead flick to her tail and wings) fidgets on the chair, tapping her hooves and chewing her lip. She watches, mutely, as Rarity uncaps one of the rouges... and then puts another layer of it onto her own lips.
"Um... Rarity," Fluttershy mumbles. "I thought you were planning on putting it on me?"
Fluttershy blinks just in time to miss Rarity's smirk, but has her eyes open again when Rarity gives a heavy smolder. Or what she thinks is a smolder; she could be smiling too wildly for that.
"That was the plan," Rarity purrs.
Fluttershy blushes, gulps, and then Rarity is playfully tackling her to the floor.
Somewhere between the shower of pecks and smooches, Rarity hears Fluttershy let out a laugh. A real laugh, a happy laugh. The firt one she's heard from her all day.
When Rarity pulls back and looks over Fluttershy's smiling face, smeared with pink and red...
She laughs too. "Oh yes, that color does look quite dashing on you. But what about this one?"
"Rarity! Hee. Goodness, Rarityyyy!!!"