In her mind was the race already going as fast as it possibly could. There were countless plans for usage made up within seconds of one another. They differed from a slave of ultimate pleasure to a slave of hard labor. The more she delved herself in her mind, the more the night was starting to venture on as it always did. In order to come through it more comfortable had Rarity opened up a bottle of red wine. Her mind kept pounding about the matter. She was considering what would be the best. All while the storm on the world outside kept raging on.