Post by ~Silly CC~ on Oct 14, 2014 1:05:04 GMT
The Ponyville Spa was the perfect place to relax, pamper yourself, and hang out with friends. Of course, you had to pay a fair penny for the best of treatments, but a simple all-around treatment was just fine for even the most price-conscious of ponies.
Steam wafted out of the baths, the scent of nearly one hundred different herbs and other essences floated around, and soft music played from speakers near the ceiling. It just exuded relaxation, and each pony that came to the spa would find it hard to leave once they be and to end ot that the luxuries found within the spa.
Of course, then, it was a stereotyped as a rich-pony hangout. Often the less posh and less rich felt as if they just couldn't go there alone, lest they to be judged and labeled as a snob. That, of course, was not true, at least for most of the cuddly town of Ponyville. Such thoughts, though, were etched into the brains of tomcolts and simple pony alike, steering them away from the relaxing getaway they were missing out on.
Such a pity.
These thoughts were deeply burned into the brain of one minty pegasus, whose hooves slowly and quietly made their way towards the welcoming doors of the spa. She was slightly hunched over, was grimacing, and seemed almost ashamed to be walking towards the spa. The opening bell startled her greatly, her wings bolting straight out and hooves darting out in all directions. Once she'd landed again, she blew the choppy chocolate mane out of her eyes and clenched herself up again. She inched up to the front desk, where a kind spa pony sat with pencil in mouth.
One overmlphgnph plsh... She mumbled, her eyes downcast and muzzle towards the tiled floor.
The spa pony glanced up and plastered a fake smile on her face, her long lashes moving with her forced smiling eyes. Er, pardon?
The minty pegasus signed and looked towards the floor once again. Erm...one overall spa trtmrntplrs...
The spa pony was using all her patience on this pegasus. One more time, please? Her fake grin widened terribly.
Chocomint Swirl, the tomcolt pegasus, groaned dramatically and looked straight in the mare's makeup-caked eyes. One overall spa treatment...please... She sighed as of a large burden had been lifted off her shoulders, looking down yet again after she'd finished speaking.
The spa pony signed as well, glad to have finally understood the pegasus. Yes yes, right this way, miss. She stepped out from the desk and walked towards the inner room, where all the spa "devices" were. The pegasus followed behind as if it were a funeral march, still not really ready for this. She was led to a steam room, given a robe and towel, and sat down on a wooden bench. Chocomint pulled on the robe, but had to embarrassingly get help wrapping up her choppy mane in the towel. She never used them, she wasn't used to them. Steam filled the little room, masking the entrance of a second pony, who ould certainly frighten the pegasus once they spoke the first time.
Steam wafted out of the baths, the scent of nearly one hundred different herbs and other essences floated around, and soft music played from speakers near the ceiling. It just exuded relaxation, and each pony that came to the spa would find it hard to leave once they be and to end ot that the luxuries found within the spa.
Of course, then, it was a stereotyped as a rich-pony hangout. Often the less posh and less rich felt as if they just couldn't go there alone, lest they to be judged and labeled as a snob. That, of course, was not true, at least for most of the cuddly town of Ponyville. Such thoughts, though, were etched into the brains of tomcolts and simple pony alike, steering them away from the relaxing getaway they were missing out on.
Such a pity.
These thoughts were deeply burned into the brain of one minty pegasus, whose hooves slowly and quietly made their way towards the welcoming doors of the spa. She was slightly hunched over, was grimacing, and seemed almost ashamed to be walking towards the spa. The opening bell startled her greatly, her wings bolting straight out and hooves darting out in all directions. Once she'd landed again, she blew the choppy chocolate mane out of her eyes and clenched herself up again. She inched up to the front desk, where a kind spa pony sat with pencil in mouth.
One overmlphgnph plsh... She mumbled, her eyes downcast and muzzle towards the tiled floor.
The spa pony glanced up and plastered a fake smile on her face, her long lashes moving with her forced smiling eyes. Er, pardon?
The minty pegasus signed and looked towards the floor once again. Erm...one overall spa trtmrntplrs...
The spa pony was using all her patience on this pegasus. One more time, please? Her fake grin widened terribly.
Chocomint Swirl, the tomcolt pegasus, groaned dramatically and looked straight in the mare's makeup-caked eyes. One overall spa treatment...please... She sighed as of a large burden had been lifted off her shoulders, looking down yet again after she'd finished speaking.
The spa pony signed as well, glad to have finally understood the pegasus. Yes yes, right this way, miss. She stepped out from the desk and walked towards the inner room, where all the spa "devices" were. The pegasus followed behind as if it were a funeral march, still not really ready for this. She was led to a steam room, given a robe and towel, and sat down on a wooden bench. Chocomint pulled on the robe, but had to embarrassingly get help wrapping up her choppy mane in the towel. She never used them, she wasn't used to them. Steam filled the little room, masking the entrance of a second pony, who ould certainly frighten the pegasus once they spoke the first time.