If someone were to walk up to you and describe how you looked, the word they'd probably use in this moment would be "statue". You stand there, utterly frozen in place as the words of the woman before you begin to truly sink in. To the best of your knowledge, what Principal Celestia had just said to you was that she was the one appointed for the three o'clock slot. That meant you would have to be the one to give her all of the spa's treatments. The full works. You were going to have to give a complete spa service to your own Principal. Granted, you knew you realised this in the first moment, but thinking about it over and over really did help to cement that fact in your mind.

All the while, Celestia had been standing there, watching you. At first, when she'd first spoke those words, she seemed perfectly fine with it all, probably unaware that you would be the one to perform the service. But now, with the passage of so many moments and little-to-no activity on your part, her expression was becoming one of worry. Eventually, after a good two minutes had passed, she eventually cleared her throat a little before speaking.

"Is...is there a problem?"

In this moment, you realised what a fool you must have been looking right now, and so shake your head a bit to try and recover. After clearing your own throat, you put on a smile that even Celestia can see is one of nervousness. Deep down, you knew that there was little point in trying to hide what was bothering you. And so, after letting out a heavy sigh, you spoke.

"Principal Celestia...I'm the one appointed to give you the treatments."

The silence between you after you said that was, ironically, louder than any words. Seriously, you could have heard the meek whisper of a dropping pin in that silence. Celestia, looking at you, seemed to realise that you weren't joking about this, and so her face became one of slight worry. Raising a hand to her chin, she seemed to be deep in thought over that. Her somewhat hushed tone though made it clear where her thoughts were heading.

"I see. That is an issue. A Principal being given massages and all those other treatments by one of her students. I can see why you'd be worried."

Even someone inexperienced in the goings on of the world could have seen the potential issues with this arrangement. All those stories you'd heard of teachers having inappropriate relationships with their students was enough to make anyone think this was a bad idea. Granted, you had no plans to do anything close to that with Celestia, and knowing her as you did, you very much doubted that she would either. But even so, knowing what spa customers and their attendants would be involved with, that mental image alone was sure to cause a lot of grief. The easy solution, you knew right away. To have the Principal merely book her appointment on another day. That gave you some sense of relief, though it was short-lived as another thought came to mind.

"Principal Celestia? How long is it since you had a day off?"

The woman turned to face you, eyebrow raised, as though surprised that you'd ask such a question.

"Well, if memory serves me, I'd say it was about six months ago. Granted there were weekends and vacation days for the students, but with the front of the school being blown off last year, I was kept pretty busy during most of it. Higher-ups don't really like Principals taking personal time when half the school is rubble."

Your mouth was left hanging wide open after that. Six months without a single day off? You knew she was a hard worker, but not that hard-working! It was clear to you now that this was probably the first time your Principal had managed to get away from the myriad of problems that beset her at that school on such a regular basis. And knowing your luck, it was most likely the only time she would have to herself afterwards too. Asking her to change the date of her appointment was probably not going to be possible, not unless you wanted her to go through another six months without a break. So, knowing all this, you let out a long sigh and look your Principal in the eye before speaking.

"I think...maybe we can just go through the treatments then."

Celestia looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

"You’re sure you can do that? It won't be difficult for you?"

You shrug your shoulders.

"I won't lie. It'll be pretty awkward. But, I suppose we can just look at this as being just another customer asking for a service."

Celestia's face was hard to read, but she nodded and put her hands on her hips as she replied.

"Very well then. In this moment, you and I aren't Principal and student. We're customer and her attendant."

You nod.

"Right. We're professionals. We can do this."

Another nod from Celestia, followed by a mischievous smirk.

"Although...I don't suppose my being your Principal would get me any services free of charge, perhaps?"

You knew she was only joking about that, but even so, it wasn't one you appreciated, as your sudden frown at her quite clearly expressed. Seeing this, Celestia merely chuckled.

"Sorry about that. But, can't blame a lady for trying."

In spite of everything, you find you can't help but let out a small laugh at your own. Say what you will about your Principal, she always knew how to make people smile at least. You step aside and gesture to the door behind you, indicating that this is where she needed to go for the treatments to begin. Nodding, she began to follow your lead into the back rooms. As you walk, your mind thinks back to her earlier comment. A free service? Yeah, right. You'd never be able to get away with that, no matter who had asked for it. Although, as you consider that, a strange feeling washes over you. Have you given free services? Your response is "no" of course, but even so, you can’t shake the feeling that maybe it's something you've done before, and maybe forgotten.

Regardless, you shake your head from that line of questioning, as you find yourself where the two of you need to be. It was a small hallway, lined on both sides with multiple doors, each labelled with the words "changing room". Here, your customers changed out of their normal clothes and into the outfits provided by the spa for the various treatments. Gesturing to one of them, you show Celestia where you are, to which she nods once again in response. Opening one of the doors for her, you watch as she walks inside the room, before closing that door behind her. Now you stand there, in the hallways, twiddling your thumbs as you wait for her. It of course crosses you mind that only a relatively thin wooden door stands between you and your Principal as she is undoubtedly undressing at this moment.

But like before, you shake that thought from your mind. After all, this afternoon's session with her wasn't going to go very smoothly if you couldn't get away from thinking like that. Even though, deep down, you had a terrible feeling that mental images such as that would be all-too common for you in the next hour or so. Suddenly, your train of thought is interrupted as the door beside you opens. Turning, you look upon Celestia, who walks out with the standard garb he spa provided, a simple white bathrobe which extended down to the knees, and a pair of white slippers. As she walked out in this, it was clear that she had just been in the middle of adjusting the waist-strap of the robe, just before looking up at you.

"So…what's first on the agenda?"