"The two figures dressed in simple peasant clothes gazed up at the massive cathedral, Notre Mane. One of the figures, a young mare, stared at the rose window in fascination, watching the sun hit the glass, causing a rainbow of colors to illumine the pavement below. The other figure, a stallion who was entering the winter of his life, smiled at the filly next to him."

"He didn't want to look at her. This was the part he always hated. He was a stallion with needs like any other, and when he needed release from the cravings of the flesh, he knew exactly where to find them. The city was littered with prostitutes who were willing to do far more than he had asked of this mare. However, he wanted to keep the encounters as brief as possible."

"The elegant carriage pulled up in front of the Opera House, causing several ponies on the street to stop and whisper amongst themselves. The driver quickly jumped down from his seat to open the door for the carriage's occupant. Several mares who were walking stopped and stared at the figure that arose from the carriage; those who were holding fans immediately began to rapidly fan themselves."