Tron Bonne let out a high pitched snobbish laugh as she waved the ticket around. "Not only did we snag enough gold from that last heist to last us for the next month, but I can't believe I was able to snag a pair of tickets to that new spa I keep hearing about." She hadn't stopped bragging about this all week, even now when nobody else was around and she landed her ship at the entrance of the double gates that lead down to the farm.
"Hello there," said the tall and leggy woman, wearing a white tight button up jacket and holding a clipboard. She adjusted her glasses and brushed back her long blonde hair and said, "Yes, Miss... Mavens? Was that right?"
Tron looked at the ticket and read the name on it, "Yep, that's me," she said not realizing that whoever had this ticket might have already had plans made or called ahead to schedule her time here.
"Oh good, welcome to the Farmhand Spa and Health Center," said the stylish and uptight woman, she read more of the clipboard and said, "ah, I see here that you signed up for the 'Happy Sow' treatment."
"Uh, yeah, sure, that was it," said Tron just going along with it. "So come on, let's get to the pampering already," she said with a grin and putting her hands on her hips.
"Very well then, my name is Becky, and I'll be your guide and host while you're here. Please follow me," she said as she opened the big double gates and led her down the long road leading to the spa.
"Ugh, come on, what's with all the walking?" complained Tron, "I thought this was supposed to be a spa where you pampered me, shouldn't I have someone carrying me?"
"Don't worry, it'll all be worth it," said Becky as she led her to a large red building.
"Um... is that a barn?" asked Tron.
"Sort of," she said. "This Spa is themed, it's all about relaxation by taking you back to basics. By dropping the hangups of human life we are able to take our customers to a place of pure ecstasy, a place where you just let out all your desires and you immediately act upon them."
"Heh, sounds like my kind of place," laughed Tron, thinking that she already lived by the "if I want it I take it," mentality.
"Good," said Becky as she opened up a door to a small shack in front of the barn. "Now please slip into our Spa's special clothing, made for helping you hit this peak of pleasure."
"Sure, what is it, a robe and some slippers?" asked Tron as she went into the shack. She then looked at what was hanging there for her.
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