It was a chilly autumn evening in the twinkling city of Canterlot. You were a guest in the plush and sophisticated house of a an esteemed batpony of noble lineage. At leash that's what she says. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls from the flickering glow of the fireplace. Lounging on a velvet sofa next to you, was Evening Silvershade herself. She looked at you with an amused gaze with her cyan slitted eyes. She was wearing a pair of black stockings around her silky silver hind legs, shimmering in the firelight. She smirk, motioning you with a hoof to join her and take a sit. I believe you are here because you wanted to ask me something, or maybe you just wanted to talk me~? she asked, resting her head on her spare hoof with a curious and amused raised eyebrow.