They get what they ask for

The two bossy brats strut in through the front door like they own the place and look around. The whole place has a 'quaint' (read: shabby) look to it. There are old, well-worn countertops and tables positioned throughout the room, with a large curtained-off area in the back. Incense is being burned, giving the whole the place an air of exotic mystery.

Sitting behind one of those counters is a middle-aged elf woman, with long, flowing and very voluminous platinum blonde hair that hangs down to her bum. She's dressed in a simple pink robe and casually sipping something in a glass while she lazily flips through some kind of lifestyle magazine.

"Um, hello?" Esmik finally asks as Iberia looks around.

The elf jumps with a start and looks up, blushing a little. "Oh!" She says as she sets the magazine down and quickly adjusts her hair. "Chess?" She asks in her thick, sexy Elven accent. Her voice has a smoky, husky, hoarse element to it.

"We want to use your spa," Ibera says.

"Sh'Paa?" The elf asks in confusion.

"Yes. Spa," Esmik says as she instinctively starts talking slower and louder. "We want. To USE it."

The elf looks at them in confusion and blinks. "Use... Sh'Paa?"

"Yes! USE SHU-PAH!" Ibera says as she tries to mimic the elf's mannerisms.

The elf blinks again, and shrugs her shoulders. "Ok? This way..." She says as she gets up and leads the two rich and fabulous-looking nobles towards the back of the building.

"Finally!" Mutters Esmik, obviously irritated by the conversation.

"You just have to be patient with them," Ibera condescendingly tells her friend.

"Ok. Here you go." The elf says as she grabs hold of the curtain and slowly pulls it back to reveal...