"Oh, certainly." She discarded several sketches and started a new one, pulling in elements from the others. "I'm thinking short skirt but not too short, form fitting, long sleeves, and - ah, yes - a very low back. And you've chosen justthe right fabric for it." Rarity knew the boundaries of decency and wouldn't dare flirt with them; she also knew just how much class and style she would work with within them.

Her eyes snapped open wide at the wolf whistle, and she rounded on Fluffy, suddenly furious. "Now you listen here! That is rude and insulting and incredibly demeaning, and that is not how you treat a lady! Don't you dare ever do that again! Now apologize!" Rarity would not be putting up with that sort of attitude, especially not in her own home.