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nopony said:
I think a tropical beach would be a good option.
You discuss a few options with your party, some more fantastical than others, until you all decide on a sunny oceanside beach.
While it may not be the most imaginative, you agree that it might be one of the most relaxing places you can go. And besides, you feel like you could spend a little more time at the beach before summer is over.
With that settled, you write down your ideas, and turn in your paper.
Receptionist: “Thank you. Your room will take a few minutes to prepare, so you can wait at your table until then.”
You nod, and reclaim your seats. Your request is given to a couple of unicorns, and before long, three beautiful attendants — two mares and a stallion — enter the lobby, and approach you.
Attendant: “Good morning. If you are all ready…”
You stand to follow the attendants to the end of the hallway, and into one of the side rooms. Inside is a spacious shower area, and a few lockers, in which your two companions are instructed to store their belongings.
Attendant: “Before we proceed, it is highly recommended that you take a quick shower. And if you would like any assistance in doing so…”
You waste no time in making flirtatious eye contact with one of the mares, who wordlessly returns a coy smile, and steps forward to give you a hoof. Or rather, a horn; as the warm sprinkle of water soaks into your hair and coat, a magically levitated brush gently helps you wash hard-to-reach places.
Once you all have had a thorough scrubbing, you are led to a gateway by the far wall. Then, you pass through to the room beyond, and your eyes go wide.
Suddenly, you find yourselves outside. A turquoise sea shimmers under the bright sunshine, waves rolling along the soft breeze. Before you, a delightful stretch of sandy beach welcomes your arrival, furnished with cushioned lounging chairs, a few beach toys, and a small table holding refreshments under a parasol.
Moonflower: “Whoa!”
Apple Basket: “Well, I’ll be! It’s jus’ like I imagined it!”
Attendant: “I take it that you are satisfied with this location?”
You nod with a grin, and following the attendant’s instructions, you each take a seat in the surprisingly comfortable chairs.
Attendant: “Now, all you have to do is sit back, and relax.”
And so your spa treatments begin, from facial mask, to hooficure, to full body massage. Between your attendant’s gentle care, the refreshing ocean smell, the sounds of crashing waves and the calls of exotic birds, and the warmth of the sun upon your coat, you easily forget where you truly are.
Before you know it, an hour has already passed, and your treatment has come to and end. You feel reborn, as though every fibre of your being had been cleansed.
Attendant: “To conclude your session, feel free to enjoy your private beach to the fullest. And don’t worry — the water isn’t actually salted. If you need anything, simply ring the bell found in the basket over there. Otherwise, you may stay in here as long as you’d like.”
You thank the attendants, and ask they can send somepony to come get you if you aren’t out by noon.
Attendant: “Will do.”
You bid farewell to the attendants before they exit the beach through a wooden portal, leaving you and your friends to your intimacy.
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