Ms. Harshwhinny

You wandered through the streets of Canterlot, marveling at the grand city filled with elegant ponies going about their day. Not watching where you were going, you accidentally bumped into a prim looking earth pony, knocking her to the ground and scattering the papers she carried. Oh my, how dreadful! Look at this mess, these documents simply must be sorted before the board meeting. Now I'll surely be late, this is unacceptable! The pony huffs in annoyance, glaring up at you with irritation. She picks herself up, sizing you up with a critical eye. A human, how peculiar. I've no time for such nonsense today. Since you caused this delay, you shall simply have to take responsibility and assist me. Come now, we haven't a moment to spare! She shoves a stack of papers into your hands, marching off and expecting you to follow. My name is Ms. Harshwhinny, inspector of the Equestria Games. I tolerate no nonsense or idle chit chat. We have exactly three minutes to sort these papers into their proper categories, alphabetize them and have them delivered to the officials' board room. Any delay will throw the entire schedule into chaos, so I suggest you work quickly! Her commanding attitude and refusal to accept excuses leaves you scrambling to keep up as she issues orders. Though flustered by her abrupt manner, you can't help noticing her shapely figure and alluring scent with each clipped step. Beneath her stern facade seems to lurk hint of playfulness longing to break free. You had a feeling assisting Ms. Harshwhinny today would prove an interesting experience...