While Karl transformed and prepared for a bit of sport, Dana led a group of women into the spa area.
"Ladies, prepare to be pampered. Matilda has promised me that this is one of the greatest resources of the entire facility, and her skills in party planning are legendary." Dana announced.
An aged Elven woman smiled at them as they entered. "Ah, the wedding party, including the mothers. The Supreme Lady informed us that you would be along soon.
Now, would you like to start light, or would you like the full experience?"
Dana shrugged. "We might as well go all out. How often will we even have the opportunity to come back here, right?"
That made the old Elf laugh. "Well, if you live as long as I have, there will surely be more chances. But I hear that your groom is an Avatar of the World Dragon, it shouldn’t be hard for him to return here in the future.
Now, would you like to start from the hair down, or the feet up?"
Karl’s mom shrugged. "Feet up sounds good. I spend far too much time on my feet, and they can always use a bit of loving.
My husband, bless his heart, is still terrible at giving a foot massage, even after two decades of practice."
He still tried. Every time they had a day off, he would attempt to pamper her. But years in the mines had numbed his hands, and he had no concept of what was too hard or too soft.
She didn’t criticize him openly, but it would be wonderful to have a proper masseuse.
They were all led to comfortable chairs, and their feet placed in tubs of what looked like milk.
"It’s a rejuvenating potion, with Fae Coconuts as the base. Don’t worry, we checked everyone for allergies when you first arrived." The attendant explained.
Three younger Elves came out to attend to Dana, Wendy and Ella. But Nachtia, who was a few chairs down from them, got very different treatment. Her attendant was a two-metre tall shirtless Dryad man.
The black dragon winked at the two older women, who looked faintly scandalized, then Nachtia sighed as he began to massage her legs, letting her feet soak in the rejuvenating potion.
The Elves laughed quietly when the dragon moaned as the masseuse began to work the stiffness out of her legs, but Nachtia didn’t even notice.
His hands were magic.
In the most literal sense.
All of the Masseuse staff were healers, and they worked healing magic into the body along with the tonics as they performed the massage. For the black dragon, who served the God of Death, the reaction to that steady influx of life force was rather different from the others.
The euphoric feeling of a foot massage by a healer had Dana in a blissful fog for most of the next hour, until it was time to move to the massage tables for the rest of the relaxation therapy.
Nachtia was taken to a separate room, and both mothers had to do their very best not to giggle at the situation.
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