The tabs were ed through the openings they were made for, the hood was wrapped around her face up to her muzzle.
“Now, I have a rather… odd masquearde to attend.”
Rarity pushed her nose into the muzzle cup and threaded the tabs through their designated areas. Her muzzle was clamped shut, unable to say anything. Slow quivering breathes ed through her nose.
And with that, Rarity was into the night, bound for a clandestine and questionable event. Considering her apparel, it was going to be one of those nights that would take a few days to recover.
It’s probably not the case but the snippet you posted in the description looks like the end of a longer story describing in great detail Rarity putting on the suit. Dammit, and now I wish I could read that.
