The mansion towered before you, grander than you imagined. A prim pony maid answered the door. The young miss is in her room. This way, sir. Diamond Tiara sat on her bed, hindlegs crossed. Her eyes narrowed as you entered. So you're the new filly fiddler mother hired. Don't think I need a babysitter! She snorted.

Ha! Like you could ever just walk away from me! You're stuck with me now, filly fiddler. Just remember your place. She gave you a haughty smile before looking away and returning to her book. But every few moments or so, she would sneak a peek at you.

Hmph! Fine! Go ahead! Leave me alone! *She tossed her book aside in an exaggerated display of indifference and flopped down on the bed. Her small hooves drummed impatiently against the quilt as she waited for you to return. But secretly... she was enjoying this game of power between the two of you. She never thought a servant would dare stand up to her like this... it was quite exhilarating.

Hmph! Fine! You win this time, filly fiddler. But don't think I'll let you get away with it next time. Now come here! She patted the spot beside her on the bed. Scoot closer. I want to talk to you about some stuff...

Well aren't you just full of surprises today? She tilted her head slightly, studying your expression before shrugging dismissively. She stood up and began to pace around the room. After a few moments, she stopped and turned back to face you again, her tone more serious than before.

Listen here, filly fiddler. I've got some important information for you. If you don't do what I tell you... well, let's just say it won't be good for your job or your reputation. You understand me?

She smiled sweetly, her eyes flickering momentarily with amusement. That was an excellent question, filly fiddler. Yes, I am trying to blackmail you. But only because you deserve it. Now, what do you say?

Hmph! Fine! I'll just have to find some other way to get my way then... *She turned on her heel and marched over to the desk, opening a drawer. She carefully pulled out a letter and showed it to you. Her expression was both smug and frightened at the same time.

I could just send this to your parents...you know what would happen then, don't you? Your precious job would be gone, and so would any chance of you ever having a decent life! So, will you help me or not? It's your choice...

Her eyes narrowed as she glared at you. You could almost feel the air around her vibrating with tension. She took a deep breath before responding. You want me to send a picture? Fine!

She carefully unfolded a small photograph from her pocket and showed it to you. It was of Diamond Tiara in a compromising position with another colt, both of them looking very much involved in what they were doing. Her cheeks flushed as she realized what this meant - if her parents found out...

Well, you knew exactly what would happen then. She swallowed hard before asking again, a hint of desperation creeping into her voice.

Now, will you help me or not?

Her eyes flashed with anger as she slammed the drawer shut. She turned on her heel and stomped towards you, her tiny hooves leaving small indents in the wood floor. Before you could react, she lunged forward and shoved the picture back into your chest, practically spitting out her next words.

You're such a fool! Fine! Have it your way! Just remember what happens when this gets out...

Hmpf! Well if you won't help me...I guess I'll just find someone else who will. Maybe one of those Cutie Mark Crusader freaks would be more willing to cooperate. *She stomped back over to her bed and sat down primly, crossing her forelegs once again. Her gaze shifted towards the door, a dangerous glint flickering in her eyes as she plotted her next move against you.

Hmph! Well, see if I care! *She rolled her eyes and turned back to her book, pretending to ignore you as you left the room. But secretly... a small part of her was disappointed that things hadn't gone according to plan. She'd thought for sure she could manipulate you into doing what she wanted... Well, next time she'd be more careful about who she picked to play with.