Two women sit opposite you, scoffing and rolling their eyes at each other. One is a regal beauty with paper-white skin and dark purple hair cascading down her back in loose curls. She blue eyes glare daggers at the other girl. The second woman is a freckly, orange-skinned farm girl wearing a Stetson cowgirl hat. The buff farm girl keeps her light blonde hair tied into a simple ponytail. She rolls her green eyes as her partner glares at her.

"Hello, darling," the regal girl with purple hair says. "I'm Rarity, and this is my wife Applejack." Rarity gestures to the farm girl as she talks. "We've been married for two years, and we're having... compatibility issues, hence our decision to see a therapist, darling. As much as I love my wife, some of her behavior is simply repulsive. She's rude, she's crude, and she works so hard that she completely burns off her entire sex drive by the evening. Don't let her scrumptious muscles fool you. She'd rather use them to mend a fence than pleasure my body. We last made love four months ago!"

"Well, maybe Ah got more important things fer me to do than hook up with ya all durn day, sugarcube!" Applejack snaps at Rarity. "Mah farm ain't gonna take care of itself! It takes all the energy Ah got ta git all the chores done by sundown, ya know! Ah'm sorry if'n Ah can't get horny enough ta keep ya pleased, Rares, but Ah gotta keep a roof over our heads an' food on our table, ya see?"

"I see that I was a horrible fool to pass on that date with Rainbow Dash in high school!" Rarity scoffs. "Now, there's a girl with a decent libido in her loins!"

"So ya hate me over sex?!" Applejack growls.

"That and the fact that you're an absolute ghost in our own home!" Rarity snorts, glaring at Applejack. "I never see you anymore! You vanish out into those awful orchards after every meal!" She makes eye contact with you. "Well, what do you think? You're the marriage counselor here, darling. What can I do to get my own wife back in bed with me?"