One of Twilight's favorite places, no matter what world she was in, was the library. And one of the librarians least favorite people was Twilight Sparkle. When she had her magic, it was no problem to levitate as many books to herself as she wanted, and then put them away just as easily, but in this world she needed to use her arms to carry as many books as she could at once, often to disastrous results. Because of this, when Twilight, unable to see past her stack of books, stumbled into a bookshelf, knocking it onto herself, sending books spilling all over the ground, no one even bothered to look up from their work.
Twilight did not feel any less humiliated. She knew that books were to be treated with respect, and her own inability to do so here was frustrating. Even worse was how long it took her to clean up her mess, having to carefully reshelf the books one at a time. That is, except for one.
The book was strange, with a leather cover that seemed to be hand-etched, and bearing no tag like the other books. How could she not have a look at it?
And so, returning to her dorm, she opened to the front pages, eyes widening at what it said.
Melona's Book of Spells
Twilight knew magic wasn't completely gone from this world, but the fact that there could be spells was incredible. Perhaps she wasn't without her magic here after all! She thumbed through the pages... Only for a blush to spread across her face.
Every single spell was based around increasing one's sexual appeal. From changing one's body to enhance their attractiveness, to altering the mind to make someone more confident and flirty. Whoever this Melona was, she seemed to have a very particular specialty.
Twilight slammed the book shut, it's illustrations still swimming in her mind. Well, that was a bust. There was no way this magic could be of use to her. That said, she couldn't help but wonder if the magic worked at all or not. Perhaps she could try just one spell...?