After the short health and safety interview, the kind attendants had led her to a small room where Dr. Eraser had magically amputated her forelegs below the shoulders, and her legs at mid-thigh. Now she was making her way across the floor of the club using her wings to propel herself. She giggled at the thought of the pun pinkie would have made if she were here:
"Clubbing seals."
Currently, her hooved limbs were in a locked storage room until she decided to leave. With the way these fellows stared at her, that might not be a while. Twilight wiggled her tail, and watched the stallions watching her. Rarity was right; the Eraser Club would be a great place for a fun time.