Pampering, Please Who: Az and OPEN What: In need of some pampering When: Mid Afternoon Where: Arete Deck Status: Incomplete
Sailors were clearly insane. Or, at least, that was what Az had thoughtso for the last few days. What with the feeling of having been on three dozen roller coasters in rapid succession, on a full stomach full of junk food and soda.Hiding under the covers with Jeb had definitely had more pleasant connotations than her trying (and thankfully succeeding) at keeping anything she ate down. Gregory rubbing his head against her arm in comfort, purring loudly.
Today those horrid feelings had fled, and she was completely free to leave the admittedly gorgeous room to seek out the attentions of a spa attendent. All girls, young and old, deserved some serious pampering after that. Or, at least Az believed it to be an undeniable truth. So, she had left Jeb to his own devices, dressed in a brightly colored red sundress and heels, and set off for the Arete Deck. Of course, she had checked and double checked the map in their room first, just to be sure she would not end up somewhere else just yet.
Nails, hair and a massage came first.
Well, a massage had been first. A glorious, full hour of being kneaded and rubbed. Without a happy ending, naturally, which was a rare occurence for her. After all, the last massage she had received had been from the tastiness she called 'Jebby' within the privacy of...well, actually anywhere as long as she whispered it in his ear. Still, a situation where she got to take all her clothes off and have someone make her moan in happiness and physical pleasure? Always to be celebrated. Bonus points for keeping with the concept of monogamy.
Az settled herself into the seat indicated by an attendent and gladly held out her hand as instructed, a wide smile on her face. Working in an ad agency taught her that appearance is important, being human taught her that no matter whether you were serving or being served, you deserved nothing less than equal treatment.