PowerfulStache - Rarity's Little Helper (unfinished)

>You are Anon.
>At Rarity's boutique on a Friday night, checking out some suits for the Fall Formal.
>A sharp black suit catches your eye, and you grab it, without looking at the price.
>You see the white beauty herself, helping out an overweight autistic customer.
>The customer picks his chin up, trying to get on Rarity's eye level.
>"Can I touch your boobies?"
>Rarity slaps the fucker, knocking him back.
>He proceeds to drop his pants and run out of the store in a fit of euphoria.
>Fucking Chad.

>Rarity grumbles in disappointment and anger.
>She stomps off to the back room out the shop, very unlike herself.
>Knowing that you won't be able to buy the suit unless she is there, you follow her back there, peeking in through the curtain.
>You see Rarity sitting down on a love seat, with a pretty white cat on her lap.
>"Oh Opal, it seems I'll never be able to find a customer who is actually here for a suit."
>You pull your head out of the curtain, hoping she didn't see you, and them proceed to knock on the wall.
"Excuse me, Miss Rarity, but I'd like to purchase this suit."

>You hear a loud gasp of shock through the curtain, followed by footsteps.
>The young woman peers out of the curtains, wiping her eyes in shock.
>"Well, darling, that will be 150 dollars."
>She smiles awkwardly, as you reach into your pocket to pull out your wallet.
>You flip through your bills, counting 23 dollars.
>Disappointed you don't have enough for the suit, you sigh and put your wallet away.
"I'm afraid I don't have that kind of money right now. I hope I didn't inconvenience you."

>She still appears shocked, staring at you in pure wonder of your existence.
>You turn around and start walking towards the exit, grumbling a little.
>"Sir."
>You give a quick look behind you, finding her blushing just a tad.
>"I didn't quite catch your name."
>You smirk and begin walking back towards her.
"My name is Anonymous, or Anon, if you fancy."

>Rarity giggles ever so slightly.
>"Well, Anon, if you come back here, perhaps we could work out a deal for that suit."
>She turns around, beckoning for you to follow her through the curtains.
>You are led to a kitchen, nearing the back of the boutique.
>Observing the kitchen, you see a wide variety of cooking tools that you would expect to find in the back of a 5-star restaurant.
"So, Ma'am, what is this deal you wished to work out?"
>"Call me Rarity, darling, and I think it's best we discuss it over tea. Take a seat right over there while I pour a few cups."
>She points towards a heavily decorated table, with only two chairs at it.
>You take a seat in a plush little chair, facing the rest of the kitchen.
>Rarity walks over to the counter, and pours tea into two magnificent glasses of fine china.
>Holding one cup in each hand, she strolls back to the table, handing you one.

>"So Anon, how much experience do you have with housework?"
"What kind of housework, exactly?"
>"Mopping floors, cleaning windows, doing laundry, and such."
>She gazes directly into your eyes, smiling in a pleasant manner.
"To be honest, I have very little experience with everything you just listed off, except doing laundry."
>Rarity raises her cup to her mouth, taking a tiny sip before putting it back down.
>"Hopefully you are a quick learner then. Here is my proposition: starting tomorrow, I will pay you 50$ a day to assist me with my housework. By the end of the weekend, you should have just enough to buy your suit."
>The two of you sit silent for a moment, as you consider the proposed deal.
"How long a day would I be working?"
>"You would stay in the guest bedroom, and work from 10 to 5, with a lunch break. I would be providing food for you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner."

"I accept."
>She smiles, getting up from her chair.
"Good. I'll show you your room for the night."
>She leads you upstairs and down a hallway, bringing you to a small guest bedroom.
>"The bathroom is the first door on the left, and my bedroom is the second door on the right. I'll wake you up at 7:30 for breakfast."
>You thank her for giving you a job, and say goodnight as she walks off towards her room.
>Tired, you take off your clothes and head to bed, thinking over what kind of Saturday tomorrow will be.