"You're a fool letting me stay with you!" The evil Rarity taunted her good counterpart. "If the roles were reversed, I'd be charging you a fortune for the privilege of staying with me! And here are you, giving me room and board for nothing."

Rarity humphed. "Mock my generosity all you want. It's because of that generosity that you have a place to live. Surely, it beats having to fend for yourself in the wilderness."

The Rarity clone scoffed. "I would survive just fine. I can take everything I need and use it as I see fit! You, on the other hoof, foolishly give everything that you have away without expecting anything in return."

The fashionista just replied with indifference. "When you give, you get. Giving of your talents gets you back praise, affection, and recognition. You may not think so yet, but you will in time," Then she smiled as Carousel Boutique came into view. "Ah, and here we are now. You're welcome to help yourself to the guest bedroom since Sweetie Belle isn't staying the night. We can discuss your long-term accommodations tomorrow."

The evil Rarity smirked and grinned. "Oh, how very generous of you! I'll be sure to make that room mine, along with everything in it! I hope you don't keep anything valuable in there, because it'll soon be mine!"

Rarity simply led her evil counterpart upstairs, pushing open the door and gesturing a hoof. "You should find the room to your liking, more or less. But you'll get no further favors from me tonight. And tomorrow, I intend to put you right to work helping me. My generosity does have limits. Besides, you may just help me gain some much needed inspiration."

The evil Rarity snorted and trotted into the guest bedroom. She was briefly surprised by how… modest it seemed. "So, what, you keep all the good stuff for yourself here?"

"I make sure to keep all parts of my boutique well stocked for any guests who might stay the night," The fashionista declared. "Nopony has ever complained about the accommodations before. If you have a problem with them, we can discuss potentially finding something more suitable for you tomorrow. But for tonight, it'll have to do whether you like it or not," She yawned. "Now please go to sleep. I've had enough of your nonsense for one night, thank you very much!" And with that, she shut the bedroom door and trotted away.

The Rarity clone quickly threw herself upon the bed, greedily snatching up the pillows and blankets. "Nonsense, you say. I'll show you nonsense!" She muttered to herself. Yet she soon afterward found herself falling asleep. Had the events of the past few hours worn her out just like that?

In the morning, Rarity opted to check upon her counterpart, and smiled upon seeing the clone sound asleep atop the guest bed. She did her best not to notice the blankets and pillows scattered about the room, having apparently been held close only to be lazily discarded.

Oh well, that could all be fixed later. And speaking of fixing, the fashionista was wondering to herself what she should call her doppleganger. It would have to be something fitting, something clever, and most of all something that wouldn't arouse suspicion. Then, suddenly, remembering an incident from a while ago, it came to her. "Of course, it's perfect!" She thought to herself. "And with a little luck, she'll start living up to that name before long."

The Rarity clone awoke a short time later, surprised by the smell of freshly cooked pancakes, eggs, and toast. And it was all down there just waiting for her to devour! She quickly raced downstairs, expecting to find the food sitting out in the open for her to gobble up.

But the food was instead resting on a well prepared and finely decorated table. And none other than Rarity herself was there, waiting for her evil counterpart. "Please come have a seat, darling," She greeted in a friendly, welcoming tone. "There's much we need to discuss."

Against her better judgment, the evil Rarity reluctantly trotted to the table and sat down. Within seconds, a plate of eggs and toast was presented to her without fanfare.

Rarity then cleared her throat, looking her evil counterpart firmly in the eyes. "You'll be happy to know, darling, that I've taken the liberty of giving you an assigned name. We very well can't have two Raritys running around, causing confusion."

"And whatever silly name have you picked out for me?" The Rarity clone rolled her eyes.

Rarity smiled. "None other than Charity, of course. I often find that a new name can give one a new outlook on life."

Charity frowned in disapproval. "You think just because you've changed my name that somehow I'll magically change."

The fashionista replied with a firm shake of her head. "Don't be ridiculous. Of course I don't expect you to magically change. Once breakfast is over, I intend to start you on your generosity lessons. You seem not to understand that generosity is not something to hoard."

"And why shouldn't I hold onto it?" Charity bitterly remarked. "Nopony else is going to appreciate my talents, whatever they may be. Far better to take what's mine as soon as the opportunity presents itself."

"That is not how you get ahead in life, especially not in my line of work," The fashionista unicorn pointed out in between bites of her pancakes and eggs. "Fortunately for you, I intend to help Twilight prove that even clones like yourself are capable of change. I imagine the rest of my friends are doing the same right about now. And for their sakes, I hope they're all doing well."

When breakfast ended a short time later, Rarity cleaned off the plates and left them to dry. Then she took Charity by the hoof and led her upstairs to her workshop. "Now then, let us begin today's lesson."

"Lesson? What do you think this is?! School?!" Charity scoffed. "I am not some little filly in need of guidance."

The fashionista laughed ever so faintly. "On the contrary, I'd say you are. Besides, you're never too old to learn something new." She then lit up her horn, quickly summoning up some rolls of brightly colored fabric, some threads, and a sewing needle.

Charity was quick to try to grab the objects with her horn! "Ooh, how thoughtful of you! They'll make fine additions to my collection!"

But Rarity held the items aloft and scolded. "Ah ah ah, they're not yours to just take. I want you to do something with them. Something simple, mind you."

The Rarity clone sighed and groaned. "There's always a catch with ponies like you! What do you want?!"

The fashionista unicorn with a pristine white coat quickly laid down her terms. "I want you to create, to make a dress. Any kind of dress, really. And I think you should be able to create something in say… twenty minutes."

"And what, you're just going to leave me here while you go off to do Celestia knows what?" Charity scoffed and smirked. "If so, you're even dumber than I thought."

The fashionista protested. "I'll be staying within the boutique, working on some other things. So I'll know if you try to make a run for it," She turned to leave. "Twenty minutes, that's all you've got. So I suggest you make the most of them. Those supplies I gave you won't get you very far if you just hold onto them."

Charity was soon alone in the workshop, eyeing all the fabrics, threads, and sewing machines. They all looked so tempting to take. There was just one problem: She wouldn't possibly be able to make off with them and leave without Rarity noticing. Like it or not, she would have to wait until a more opportune time presented itself.

So instead, the Rarity clone reluctantly decided to do what had been instructed of her. "I just have to make this one dress, and then I don't have to ever owe her anything ever again," She decided. "Besides, it'll be the fastest way to gain her trust."

Rarity returned to her workshop when the twenty minutes were up. She knew Charity was still around, she had not heard or seen any signs that the evil clone had been trying to make a run for it.

Pushing open the door to her workshop, Rarity was only slightly surprised to find Charity putting the finishing touches on a rather simple and plain looking dress. It was a mishmash of different colored fabrics and threads, rather befitting of a first attempt from someone who had no experience with dressmaking before.

Charity breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from her brows as she presented her finished project to the fashionista. "Well, here you are. I did what you asked of me. I hope you're satisfied, because if not: Too bad, I'm not doing that again!"

Rarity smiled, beaming with pride. "And why would I ask you to do it all over again? You've done a fine job for a first timer."

Charity humphed. "You're just saying that."

The fashionista shook her head from side to side. "No I'm not, darling. I truly mean it. I wasn't expecting perfection," She took hold of the dress. "Don't get me wrong, you could've done better. But for a first attempt, it's passable. Celestia knows, my first attempts at dressmaking back when I was still a filly were hardly any better. It took me ages to learn all the ins and outs, the dos and don'ts," With a smile, she added. "Doesn't it feel good, though, to make something out of what was given to you?"

Charity blinked slowly. "I… guess so?"

Rarity nodded. "That's what makes generosity so great. The simplest act can grow into something truly remarkable," She grabbed Charity and pulled her close. "And I tell you, Charity, with my help you will come to see that generosity truly has no limits."