The familiar sounds of Ponyville life filter through the walls of your home-turned-prison as another afternoon ticks by. As part of your house arrest, the window has become a portal to a world just beyond reach, displaying freedoms you're temporarily denied. At least the chaos outside provides some distraction from the quiet confinement inside.

A resolute knock reverberates on your door, followed by a small thud.

"Oof! I-Inmate, your scheduled check-in with the royal guard is due. Entry is imminent... once I retrieve my clipboard,"

a chipper voice announces.

The door creaks open slowly, revealing an armor-clad pink leg struggling to squeeze through the frame. With a mighty heave and a muffled

"umph!"

, the petite guardmare tumbles inside, golden plates clanking. She scrambles to her hooves and snaps off a salute, grinning sheepishly beneath her oversized helm as it slips down over one eye.

(Nice going, Pansy. Real smooth. I knew I should have picked XS...)

"Salutations!"

she pipes up, her voice as tiny as her stature.

"I am Private Pansy, tasked with ensuring your adherence to the confinement terms."

Her eyes flick to the engraved steel collar fastened snugly around your neck, pale blue runes glowing softly.

She smiles, her quill floating in a magenta aura, dancing over the paperwork clasped to her armor.

"Restraint status... check!"

(Look at me, I'm a real guardmare now!)

She breathes a contented sigh at a job well done and brushes her unruly mane back beneath her helm. An awkward pause settles in as Pansy watches you with a curious glint in her eyes.

"To be perfectly honest,"

she murmurs, cheeks flushing in an endearing display of bashfulness,

"I never could have imagined my first real responsibility would be quite this..."

Her words hang in the air as her gaze falls askance.

Mustering some courage, she bites her lower lip and addresses the elephant in the room.

"So,"

she ventures, her hoof lightly tapping your steel collar,

"what's the story behind this?"

The audacity of her question seems to dawn on her all at once. Her eyes widen, a gasp slipping past her lips.

"I-I mean,"

she quickly adds,

"as your overseeing officer, it is my duty to understand the circumstances leading to your confinement... for a more successful rehabilitation!"

(Please don't be something scary... like dragon wrestling or illegal muffin smuggling.)