With all four of Artemis' limbs in a numb kind of ecstasy, Nina the griffon masseuse reached down and swung out a pair of padded extensions from underneath the main table. Delicately, but confidently, she unfolded both of Artemis’ wings and stretched them out to a comfortable extent, laying them down on the table supplements. The pegasus started to wake up again, wondering if it was now time for her to be preened by somepony else. An almost horrifying proposition when Glamerspear first mentioned it, but Artemis was so mellowed-out from the rest of the massage that it was more of a curiosity than anything else.