"Hello there!" Ballad turned around, noticing a stallion entering the building. He was a pegasus, wearing glasses. Ballad did not know how to respond to him; she didn't even know the pony. Eventually, she decided to greet him back, and with a wave, she said, [colour=#ff7e00]"Yes, hello."[/colour] Ballad was now sitting down, awaiting for the apparent owners of this spa to arrive at the counter. Passing the time, she observed the waiting room. On the wall hanged a painting, which was simple yet appealing. One could assume that its artist had great effort and skill in creating such art. Nearby was a clock, the minute hand slowly moving. Ballad wondered how much time has lapsed. Two minutes? Three? Next to her seat was a plant, growing from a vase holding it. She did not know what it was, however. Ballad might have to research about it some time, even though she wasn't interested in botany; it was just her curiosity and the will to find the answer to the "mysteries". On the table sat a few magazines, placed in a circular manner in front of Ballad. [colour=#6699ff]"[/colour][colour=#ff99ff]W[/colour][colour=#6699ff]elcome to Ponyville Day Spa! You're just in time for our Summer & Spring Spectacular promotion! I[/colour][colour=#6699ff] fear I'll have to ask the gentlestallion to wait though, since we're dealing with unusual amount of customers right now. Lotus Blossom, at your service. How can I help you?"[/colour] Ballad now put her focus on the pony; she was a cerulean (about the same colour as blue and cyan mixed together) coloured pony with a pinkish mane, along with a snow coloured headband. She was sure she had saw "Lotus" before in a scornful manner at some other stallion, but now, she can't be completely sure. She just wanted to try the spa as fast as she can and go home to continue on her poetry.[colour=#FF7E00] "I vill...go vith the...hot spr-ing." [/colour]Ballad answered, taking a hoof-ful of bits and counting them. [colour=#ff7e00]"How much vill it be?"[/colour]