Sanctuary Resort

Emily Thompson's days had become a blur of conference calls, endless emails, and tight deadlines. The weight of her responsibilities seemed to press down on her with each passing hour. It was no surprise that she felt on the verge of burnout. Her childhood friend, Rebecca "Becky" Lawson, could see it in her eyes during their rare meet-ups.

One evening, as they sat in Emily's apartment sipping wine, Becky looked at her friend with concern. "Em, you need a break. A real break," she insisted.

Emily sighed, setting her wine glass down. "Becky, I can't just drop everything. You know how demanding my job is."

Becky leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with an idea. "What if I told you there's a place where you can truly unwind? No emails, no meetings, just relaxation."

Emily raised an eyebrow. "Oh, and where might this magical place be?"

Becky's grin widened. "Sanctuary Resort. It's... different. Trust me, it's exactly what you need."

Emily studied her friend's earnest expression. There was a spark of something in Becky's eyes that caught her attention. It was a mixture of empathy and determination, a sense that she genuinely believed in this idea.

"Sanctuary Resort?" Emily echoed, a hint of curiosity seeping into her voice.

Becky nodded. "It's a place where adults can regress, find comfort, and escape the stresses of everyday life. It's like a vacation for your inner child."

Emily was skeptical, but the prospect of true respite called to her. "Regres—Becky, are you serious?"

Becky laughed. "Absolutely! Lucas Mitchell, the owner, is incredible. He's passionate about helping adults find peace through regression."

A pause settled between them as Emily considered the proposal. It was unconventional, to say the least, but perhaps that was exactly what she needed. With a deep breath, she finally nodded. "Alright, let's give it a shot. Sanctuary Resort it is."