“Oh…” You wonder what her wing pits smell like. It’s probably a mixture of thunderstorm and fresh, zesty—dammit don’t be weird! You clear your head with a forceful blink before laying the towel down across the small of her back. Well, you try to clear your head, Maybe after she falls asleep you could test your theory…ten bits on it smelling like a thunderstorm. As her back and sides receive their treatment you try not to stare at her cutie marks, but you find your eyes consistently drift back as if a magnet was attracting them. She either doesn’t notice or doesn’t mind because you get no response from her…though you’re too afraid to look at her face. The thoroughly damp towel travels down her hind leg, covering the outside and inside. Awkwardly you reach underneath her belly and pat down her other leg, your nose inches from her white cloud. Finally finished, you lean back with a deep breath, signifying the end of your work.