Rarity was a girl who enjoyed comfort, and nowhere was this more evident than if one were to actually go into her bedroom. From the moment you entered, you were surrounded by softness wherever you looked. Chairs, pillows, everything was designed to look as relaxing as humanly possible. But, at the centre of it all, was the massive bed at the end, which looked pretty much exactly what people would expect Rarity to have, looking almost like the bed of an aristocrat. And speaking of Rarity, the young fashionista herself now entered that room, dressed in a dark-purple bathrobe, rubbing her hair dry with a towel from what looked like a long and enjoyable bath. As she approached her bed, she sat upon its end, setting her towel aside for the time being and getting her feet out of her slippers. In this moment of solitude, she afforded herself a long stretch, letting out a sigh of contentment after doing so.

"Ah! Just the way I want to end the day!"

For a time, she said nothing else, just lying there on her bed, looking as content as one could be after coming to the end of a satisfying day. Then, after a while, her eyes opened, and she sat upright in her bed. Looking around for a few moments, her eyes drifted to the side of her room, wherein there was a shelf that contained a number of books. Tapping her chin briefly, she looked around her room again, making doubly sure nobody was about to see her, before once more hopping off the bed and walking to those books. Trailing her finger along their spines, her expression broke out into a smile as she picked out one in particular.

"There you are!"

Pulling the book out, she walked back to her bed, once more lying down in a satisfactory position before opening the thing. She flipped through a number of pages before stopping about halfway through.

"Yes...I think this is where we left off."

Raising her hand to her mouth, she cleared her throat a little before starting to read the book aloud.

"Mary nervously approached the handsome stable-boy with fear and excitement in her heart. Slowly, she walked, drawing nearer and nearer to her heart's desire.

A smirk crossed Rarity's face.

"Oh, Mary, you sweet girl."

She continued.

"But soon, the boy turned, seeing her for the first time."

Then, Rarity began to speak in a tone that suggested that she was imitating the boy in question, or, at least, what she perhaps felt he should have sounded like.

"M'lady? What's wrong?"

Rarity giggled briefly before then speaking up in a far daintier tone than before, presumably that of Mary's.

"Oh, my dear James...I must confess my true feelings for you. For I do not wish to take the hand of the Earl of Coppenberry. It is you I desire."

Rarity let out a fake gasp as she reacted on the characters' behalf.

"But M'lady! I am but a humble stable-boy! I have nothing to give to a fair maiden such as you!"

Again, Rarity assumed the role of Mary shortly afterwards.

"Oh, my burly champion! I care not for riches or status! Merely your tender embrace!"

Using her free hand, Rarity gave herself a quick fan of air.

"Oh my!"

But, it wasn't long before she got back to her reading.

"No more words passed between them, for a flash of lightning split the sky. In her terror, Mary leapt forward, going to James for comfort. The stable-boy held her close, and in the warmth of each others embrace, they looked to one another. In the silence, they stared deeply into each others eyes, their lips drawing closer and closer together."

Rarity gulped, taking a few deep breaths before carrying on.

"All knew where this was going, and as their lips came together, they could feel the heartbeat of the other. Passions flared, and they came alive in one another's arms, their moans and sounds of love echoing into the night."

Again, Rarity's breathing became heavier, a fierce blush developing on her cheeks.

"James held her in his arms, carrying her to the pile of hay in the nearby stable. Safe from the rain that now battered overhead, he placed her down, the young maiden knowing in her heart what she desired, and seeing her muscular lover undo his..."

"Rarity?"

"GAH!!!"

Instantly, the teen held her book close to her chest, her head snapping in the direction of her door. Naturally, it was Sweetie Belle standing there and looking to her older sister with curiosity. Unfortunately, Rarity herself was not so pleased.

"What?!" she snapped.

But, that moment of annoyance passed, and she instead composed herself as she normally did, clearing her throat again and speaking in that same refined manner of hers.

"I mean...can I help you, dear sister?"

Though confused, Sweetie Belle soon answered.

"Er...yeah. Mom says dinner's almost ready. She wanted to know if there were any extra vegetables you wanted with it."

Rarity considered that, then responded.

"No, thank you. I believe Mother's cooking will be fine without any suggestions from me."

Sweetie nodded, turning around and starting to head on out again, only to stop and, after a lengthy pause, looked back to her sister with clear and unmistakeable curiosity.

"What's the book about? Can I read it afterwards?"

Of course, a remark like that led to a great deal of worry and embarrassment for Rarity, who nervously glanced down to the book she still clung to her chest. After a while of thinking over the question, she looked back up to her sister, offering a small smile.

"Well...perhaps when you're older."

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

“...Much older.”

Raising an eyebrow slightly, Sweetie Belle placed one hand upon her hip, looking to her sister with no small amount of incredulity.

“Rarity...you do remember that me, Bloom and Scoot already got the sex talk, right?”

Her older sister let out a long sigh, making it clear that, yes, she very much did remember that.

“Just...just let me keep the image of you as a sweet and innocent girl just a few years longer...please?”

Now, while Sweetie might have well wanted to argue against that statement, her elder sibling had, unfortunately, let loose the “pouty eyes” on her, giving a pleading whine as she did so. Realising there was no negotiation when Rarity did that, Sweetie let out an annoyed "huff" as a result, continuing her journey back downstairs. Now alone, Rarity got off her bed, popping her feet back into her slippers, walked over to the door and closed it properly this time, hopefully without any other interruptions. Turning around, she leaned back against it, letting out a much-needed sigh of relief. Then, after opening her eyes again, her gaze drifted once more to that book, which now lay motionless upon the bed. Smiling, she walked over, reaching forward and giving it a quick pat, as though it were some kind of pet.

"And as for you, I'll see you again..."

Her expression became a slightly sultry one.

"...after dinner."