Make You Fab Spa

Rarity snuck off, heading towards the location where the spa makes you fab resided. Her heart racing as she was getting so many ideas. It was a long shot, but she had to try at least.

What about the police? Shouldn't we tell them to look here? She thought, walking down the sidewalk, everyone ignoring her. That was how she liked it. Well, usually, she wanted to be the center of attention. Today, however, she didn't want to be seen or even looked.

Rarity couldn't help but wonder what she could've done if she found Pamela. She was thinking about everything she did to make it up to her friend. She couldn't help but give a long sigh. She was lost in her thoughts, thinking about her friend. She moved around as she felt herself getting a quick jog. Running around, she looked for any signs for the building. It was on the far side of town, so while Rarity had made it towards the castle. Rarity felt herself covered in sweat, her breathing was getting heavy, as she had to bend over panting.

I swear, if Pamela, is doing this for shits, and giggles, I will kill her... Ok, no, I won't, but still. She mumbled to herself as she began to take a seat at a bus station. Her feet were sore, She wasn't sure how far she could walk, but she sighed in annoyance. In some cases, she wanted to head home. But she imagined her parents would've gotten a call from the school.

No, I need to do this. I want to do something to help me, friend. Rarity sat there thinking about it. Would Pamela even want to talk to her? In many ways, She could imagine Pamela might reject her even go as far as tell her to fuck off. Rarity was sure, and she might've ruined her friendship. But she could do anything to make it up to Pamela, even if it killed her.

She watched the building for the longest time, it was quite simple, nothing that she could've imagined a spa that got so much advertisement over the last few weeks.

Rarity took a deep breath and began walking towards the building. Rarity's feet seemed to get heavy with every step. In many ways, Rarity found the world goes quiet. She didn't know why she was feeling this way, and her instinct told her to run away.

Rarity knew she couldn't. She had to find out, a small part of her some instinct like magic told her she was on the right track.

She moved on, grabbing the handles they were a double-wide door as she pulled them open and a small bell jingled almost inviting as she looked about. The placed seemed quaint. A simple room was reminding her of the dentist's office.

It smelled like one more than a spa. She had a nose for a place like this. She moved around just examining the place, even around the corner picking up the corner, clearly looking over them, each fashion magazines all outdated by a year. The pale teenager just rolled her eyes in response,

I swear these offices need to get a subscription plan or something, it's unghastly how behind they are. Rarity thought as she looked over towards one of the chairs, but suddenly behind the glass wall, a figured appeared.

It took Rarity a minute to get a good look, she was a tall slender woman with short green hair and freckles over her face confidence on her face rolling over as she wore a white button-up shirt, with the symbol of the building. the symbol being two coconut trees crossing each other into a large X.

Rarity walked over, but as she started walking she had a thought,

wait they're not going to just tell me, if Pamela here, no probably not. They'd probably talk about some bull shit like confidencanity, I've got to think of something else. She moved over and took a quick breath, she thought of something quickly and looked over towards the back with a light smile,

"Yes, I was looking to come in for a quick massage, I've been having quite a stressful day," She said with a look of elegance as she watched the receptionist, who seemed to be keeping the smile on her face, doing her best not to let it down while her cheerful voice began to raise.

"Very well, if you mind I'll have to see if we have a spot open, just for you," She turned around and began going over her computer. The sounds of keys clacking as the young woman was looking over with a light smile. Rarity watched her and somehow it felt wrong that smile, It just looked too forced. Even under a forced smile that a person who was working a long day would look more natural. Then the fact, it seemed like she wasn't blinking. Rarity wanted to take a step back.

The Receptionist snapped her head back, looking at Rarity with a large smile,

"It looks like we had a cancelation at the last minute so we'll be able to take you in, How would you like to pay for your visit?"

Rarity reached down and pulled out a flimsy card, with light white letters which read Visa,

"I'll pay with credit if you don't mind," She smiled as she motioned overslipping it through the bottom half, she had a feeling her father wouldn't notice the transition but even if he did. He wouldn't care. Rarity did something like this all the time. Beside Rarity didn't care she had a friend to help, and even if it was a dud, she'd at least get a nice massage.

The woman took her card and skidded it, after a long minute, of agonizing silence, the card had finally approved, and The front desk lady nodded and turned her head to the side,

"Please come through the door, and we'll get you ready, though I wonder would you like to try out our complimentary mud bath before your massage?"

"No thank you just the massage please," Rarity responded as she walked through the door she was pointed too, and there she was handed a towel.