It's time to start looking.

You realize you have no idea where to find nourishment around the Crystal Rose. You saw some restaurants around Arpeggi when you first arrived, but maybe the spa has food too. At any rate, you should find an employee to ask then if there's food here or for any recommendations around town.

You head back over to the front desk, but there's no one there. No bell, no anything, just an empty concierge desk. "What a weird place," you whisper under your breath. You suppose now is as good of a time as any to explore the Crystal Rose in hopes of bumping into someone who works here.

Past your room, you see more entrances. You count at least a dozen rooms in total in this hallway alone. It's quiet as you proceed onwards, unnerved by the silence and loneliness. At the end of the hallway, you find yourself in a large communal space. To the left is another window door that leads outside, much like the one in your room except about twice as wide. The afternoon sun lights up the numerous couches, tables, and wicker chairs that dot the living space. There are two other entrances to other areas; one in front of you and one to the right of you. Before questioning where to go next, you aren't as alone as you realize.

You hear a faint hint of breathing nearby. It's so peaceful in the spa that you could hear a leaf flutter as it falls, even with the ambience of the waterfall creating its own divine silence. Searching for the source of the breathing, you approach the large futon in front of you. You peek from above and see a woman in a spa bathrobe napping with her arm draped across her face.

With every cycle of respiration you see her half-bared chest rise and fall. Her arm shields her face from the light pouring from outside but the rest of her body remains illuminated. From the slightest hint of saliva around the corners of her lips to the lengths of her long legs, the sun seems to animate her still body.