The spa's cool air hit them like a fresh wave, a soothing break from the plaza's warmth. A soft, clean scent filled the air, and was layered on the quiet hum of ambient music.
The receptionist from earlier gave them a polite, practiced smile.
"Welcome back,"
She said. "You're right on time. All the arrangements have been made. If you'll just have a seat—your masseur will be with you shortly."
Joren and Lana exchanged a quick look and moved to the waiting area, dropping into deep, cushioned chairs. Lana crossed her leg, her fingers idly tracing the armrest's curve.
"Man," Joren began, leaning in, his voice low, "I can't wait for our massage session."
Lana smirked. "yeah, we're gonna have so much... fun."
Before he could reply, a tall man in a slate-gray uniform appeared from the hall. His posture was relaxed, his face calm.
"Joren and Lana?" he asked.
They both stood.
"Right this way," he said, turning.
They followed.
