A dark room with a single spotlight illuminating a small area. One lone figure in the middle of it all, one hoof to her fedora, her head pointed down at the floor. She began to move, taking a long, sultry sidestep that segued into her own dance number. She pushed herself up onto her hind legs and turned into a graceful spin. She stopped, bent at the knees, and moved her hips and bottom to the tune of the song playing in the lobby. She moved surprisingly nimbly in high-heeled horseshoes.
Nocturne eased into the dark room, also on his back legs, shuffling in with his usual precision and fluidity. His fedora shadowed his eyes under the single spotlight, and he brushed his suit jacket behind him as he moved. He met the mare in the fedora, and the two moved in close for a partner dance. They moved well in time with one another, staying in sync as their bodies swayed to the beat. Nocturne felt her hoof slide down his chest, and she allowed him to run his hoof through her pink mane . . .
Her poofy pink mane . . . . .
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“Pinkie Pie?!”
The mare dropped back onto all fours at the same time as Nocturne, and she gave him a bright, somewhat insipid smile, “Yep! Hi, Nocturne!”
“What are you doing here?”
Pinkie Pie giggled, “I'm your dance partner, silly-vanilly!”
“How did you—” Nocturne stopped for a moment when he slowly realized something strange. He looked at his surroundings, seeing nothing but the dark walls and the solitary spotlight overhead, and asked the obvious question, “. . . . . Where the hell are we?!”
Pinkie looked around in the same way, then turned back to Nocturne, that same lost smile on her face, “Beats me!”
“Well, why are you dancing, too?”
“I just heard the song you were jammin' to and thought I'd give it a go! Where's that song coming from, anyway?”
Nocturne tried to explain, but the awkwardness and stress was too much to deal with. He sighed and adjusted his fedora, “Look, Pinkie, I need to get back. I'm . . . kinda in the middle of something, here . . .”
“Oh, yeah!” Pinkie replied excitedly, “This is the part where you woo the pretty mare some more with your awesome dancing, huh?” She pointed the opposite way from where Nocturne entered, “Just go that way, prancin' machine! You'll be back before ya know it!”
Nocturne glanced at the direction Pinkie indicated and replied, still feeling the awkwardness, “Uhhhh . . . thanks.”
“Go on, no time to thank me! Get going! Dance your pants off! Get the girl! Save the day! YAY!” She urged Nocturne to the other side of the room, sending him on his way with a sportsman's slap on the rump. She then shuffled back into the center of the room and continued her sultry dance alone.
She popped back up onto her hind legs, made another deft spin, and leaned back, one hoof on her fedora, with a sexy grin, “You know you want me . . .”
Whether she knew she was alone in the room by this point was unclear.