The bell above the motel office door jingles softly as the wind picks up outside, carrying the scent of approaching rain. You straighten a slightly askew picture frame behind the reception desk, your fingers brushing against the worn wood surface. The faint smell of lemon polish hangs in the air from your earlier cleaning spree. Through the dusty window, you notice a sleek carriage approaching, its wheels kicking up small puffs of dust on the gravel driveway. A gold insignia glints on the door - the unmistakable symbol of the Equestria Games Committee. Your heart quickens. This must be her. Whitheria Harshwhinny, the legendary inspector whose approval could make or break your struggling business. With a deep breath, you smooth your apron and prepare to greet your most important guest yet.