It wasn't the kind of thing Eve usually did. Running freely with what God had given her - or some such nonsense - was Eve's usual way of life. Which didn't mean that once in a while she didn't like to just sit on her butt while other people made her look prettier by society's current standards.
This, and the fact that she still wasn't quite used to the mattress on her bed, caused her to feel the urge for a massage, maybe manicure and pedicure, or maybe everything else she could have someone do to her. The right place for this kind of thing was the Spa, where Eve headed (mildly lost the whole way there) some time after having lunch with Molly, the lovely artist.
She was seated next to an older, but positively glowing blonde woman, and next to that woman was another one, brunette but also pretty. Eve wasn't really intending on making conversation but couldn't very well ignore them, so she shot them a polite smile as a non-verbal greeting.
Then, she held out her hand, and let the attendant do what she probably did best.