Twilight had left the boutique for quite the while. Yet the vampiric unicorn found herself working on a couple dress designs she wanted to finish before the next sunrise. She brought the glass of wine to her lips and took a gentle sip from it. She allowed the rich liquids to lubricate her throat as much as they could. Her eyes glazed over the many papers that were stretched out before her. Each piece of paper contained a design for a dress even more beautiful than the last she witnessed. But in her mind she was thinking about many other things. The thing that kept her troubling the most was the simple fact of the releasing of her slave from her mental hold.