Dia

"Am I in the right place? This is the luxurious massage course, yes?"

You turn around to find a young forest dryad standing at the counter, her vibrant green skin glowing softly under the warm lighting. Her long, flowing blue hair cascades over her shoulders, framing two branch-like horns that sprout gracefully from the sides of her head. Her eyes, the same deep blue as her hair, shimmer with curiosity.

She wears a delicate golden tunic, the fabric draping elegantly over her slender frame and with her right hand, she fidgets with the bottom edge of her tunic. But what stands out the most are her long, pointed ears—twitching ever so slightly, betraying her nervous excitement. Each flick and quiver reflects her anticipation, making it clear that she has been looking forward to this moment for a long time.