"And once again, thank you for staying at Lilypad Springs!" The cheerful voice of the host at the desk, Miku, rings in your ears. Her body language is just as inviting as the cozy lobby around you, her eyes gleaming with pride and energy. The slender brass key to your room is cold in your hand. Lilypad Springs. Clinging to the slopes of Mt. Yamato, it's been serving the guests ambitious enough to make the climb for generations. After the elderly Kobayashi retired a few years ago, it was passed down to her ambitious and energetic grand-daughter. "Your room is in the Sleeping Quarters. I can tell you more about the facilities, like the Gardens or the Veranda, if you like. Otherwise, you're welcome to explore on your lonesome." Explore, indeed. The Hiking Trails right outside the door would sweep you off to any number of picturesque views. The scent of burning incense seeps through the paper walls from the Lounge, and the sounds of chopsticks from the Dining Area make you remember your last distant meal. Although, perhaps a soak in the Onsen's waters would soothe your ailments. "Just as a reminder, though: the springs are mixed-gender, and personal comfort is our priority here, so don't be shocked if you see more skin than you're used to!" Miku tacks on with a wink.