"...You simply must try this, Twilight. I thought the massages at the Canterlot Spa were nice... but hands. Hands! Opposable thumbs!" Celestia huffs, resting her head on her hoof. She could hardly find the time to actually get out and visit the spa without being bogged down by bright-eyed denizens shocked to see her so much as walk the same road as them. These weekly massages that Arnon had offered... were a delightful compromise.