[00:00.393]In the dim corners cast by Moon's light,
[00:03.794]you see a gathering of patrons stand in a huddle
[00:07.227]Their desires are set on the wares of a lone pony amongst them,
[00:11.350]holding an auction for the rarest of magical artefacts
[00:14.900]—no questions asked
[00:17.734]You watch through a  façade of indifference:
[00:20.622]to you, this is life under Luna's silvery watch
[00:29.296]-
[02:21.624]Dangerous, it may seem,
[02:24.197]but danger is all you've known
[02:26.470]And familiar faces fill your vision
[02:28.981]as you step up to claim what is rightfully yours
[02:32.656]A wordless nod, and all are silent
[02:36.425]For they know that what you want you get
[02:39.753]And as the gavel falls
[02:41.393]You retreat
[02:43.369]Perhaps this will be all you need;
[02:45.121]you can flip this, certainly,
[02:47.382]but... for how much?
[02:51.545]Enough to see your foals smile tomorrow?
[02:54.691]Enough for them to eat?
[02:56.617]You don't have much time to revel in your victory as suddenly, one by one,
[03:02.606]masked ponies reveal themselves from the impenetrable shadows of the crammed alleyway
[03:10.020]You are surrounded
[03:11.522]—but Celestia be damned if they're stopping you this night,
[03:14.928]or any night after