Imagine Rarity stretched out seductively on a pile of ripe gemstones. She's exhausted having spent all day hunting and collecting them for her latest commission, but there are just too many for her to carry. Her fur shines with just a hint of sweat from the exertions of the day. She looks up from tired, worn eyes and sees Spike. A smile peels it's way across her face. "Spike," she says in a cool, soft voice. "I need you..."