Heck, on a day like this, even in the Canterlot Royal Guard, half the officers who didn't have weekend duty were already out the door. The other half would tell their sergeants after lunch to let everypony waiting on standby go for libo at four o'clock sharp, while they themselves promptly headed for the nearest family villa, private club, upscale saloon, or theater-slash-bawdy-stable well before then. So, no surprise they were alone and in private within the bath-halls of the public spa. Things were likely to pick up in an hour or two, though, when most ponies closed up their businesses for the evening -- or the weekend.