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You push open the door to the fancy spa Mae has been raving about, a little intimidated by the incredible displays of wealth that surround you. The floors are tiled with marble; the walls an array of mosaics inlaid with gold and glass; even the columns throughout the building are finely carved with traditional Tevinter patterns. Attendants move smoothly through the space, carrying trays of wine and fruits that you think would probably pay your rent for a year. It’s a good thing today is Mae’s treat.
Even so, the whole thing is so intimidating that you’re halfway to turning and running when you spot Mae waving lazily at you from a corner seat. “Come join me!” she calls, heedless of the heads that turn in her direction. She’s never been one to shy away from scandal.
By the time you reach her, she has waved over an attendant carrying fresh, hot towels and a tray of those tiny cheese wheels that go on your eyes. You’ve always wondered what those are supposed to do for you—and it looks like today is the day you find out.
“Isn’t this relaxing?” she says. “No more disasters for at least a week, okay?”
You heartily agree—on both counts.