Violet: *blushes a bit more, and gestures towards the outside door handle of the door* .... M- Master Ganton has... has provided you with some... he... he instructed me to... to help you put it on... i- if you think you may have difficulty... *looks at the floor sheepishly, and blushes harder*
Grease: *blushes more slightly* Is there something wrong?
Violet: N- No~ J- Just... *clears throat* ... do- do you require assistance with your wardrobe... s- Sir?
Grease: I do not believe so, ma'am.
Violet: *nods quickly* Right. Good. W~ Well... we'll s- see you th- this evening.... *nervously trots off*
Grease: *tries on his suit*
*though it is a bit wide in the shoulders, the traditional, early 20th century garb fits rather well. The lines compliment the best features of Grease's body, and make him look professional and very presentable*
Grease: *goes down to dinner*
Ganton: *standing in the lobby, hears Grease and grins* Ah there you are! *he moves in his general direction, and holds out his hoof*
Grease: *shakes his hoof* Thank you for inviting me to dinner.
Ganton: *laughs* Not at all my friend! Please! Come into the dinning hall!
Grease: *does as instructed*
*Violet stands by a nearby chair, and shyly pulls it out for Grease*
Ganton: *sits at the head of the table, two larger, very burly stallions in butler uniforms assist him* Have a seat my good sir!
Ganton: *whistles, and a series of waiters enter, bringing plenty of food*
Grease: *looks at all the guests*
*the dinning room grows louder as more ponies arrive, and speak with one another at the table, laughing and speaking extravagantly. Violet sits besides Grease, her French Maid Outfit switched for that of a long, black gown*
Violet: *leans over and whispers* Ar- Are you going to eat anything?
Grease: *snaps out of whatever the fuck happened, and starts eating* Mmm~.....
Violet: *smiles softly* ... Wh- what do you think?
Grease: Mmm~ It's great!
Violet: *giggles, and gently pulls her mane out of her face* I- I supervised the meal... s- so I'm glad you... you like it~
Grease: No problem. Oh, and you can call me Grease.
Violet: *smiles shyly, and hides her face a little more*
Grease: Something wrong..?
Violet: *shakes her head, and looks shyly at Grease* ... It's uh... it's a very cute name~
Grease: *blushes* Th-thanks...
Violet: *giggles, and slowly takes a bite of some of the greens*
Grease: *continues to eat*
Ganton: *clinks his crystal wine and smiles* Everypony, I'd like to propose a toast!