"That's it, Bitch, watch how I walk; match my steps.

Yer Master wants you for a Showpony - top of the line, the creme de la creme of ponygirl slaves.That costume you're wearing an' those plumes on yer head come at a price an' the of bein' the best of the bunch is havin' to be the best - every minute of every day.

Bein' a show pony ain't just about pullin' yer Master's sulky 'round his ranch. Oh, no. Yer have to combine the obedience of a willing slave with the stamina of a race horse an' the arrogance of a catwalk queen. When he's got you in harness yer've got to show off yer assets like yer' Miss America 'cos the moment yer step out of your stall all eyes are gonna be on YOU.

So. Head up. Tits out. Arch yer back so's yer butt's stickin' out an' presented. Smile. An' out into the daylight!"