Her mind couldn't come up with a simple use for her slave aside personal pleasure and need. With the sounds of a small 'tok' on the wood was the glass placed back on the table while Rarity laid long out on the sofa. Her horn allowed the blue aura to disappear just that. She released yet another deep exhale from her stone cold body. She needed to take her mind off of things for some time. The mare had to release some of the mental stress that had fallen upon her.