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[hr][b]Location:[/b] Diamond District
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For the past day or so, Mali had been privy to many conversations where she had been an outsider with everyone else being quite close in some way, shape or form. Eventually she was just going to start counting these things as "another one." Still, all things considered, the tone of this particular shop visit was far less awkward for her. No attempt at trying to rationalize treating people as tools to fetch things or perform errands. Just let the flamboyant... beautician? She wasn't sure what exactly Wayne did here yet. Perhaps after this Marco was finished giving them a facial. But that aside, she just had to let him lead the way and not say anything stupid that would ruin the entire atmosphere.

Now alone with Zoie in the changing room, Mali couldn't help but feel very slightly miffed at the fact that she would need to change again. Yes, she was in a spa and the fact that they would be stripped down to robes was a given, but at the same time, she had just gotten into these clothes, and now she had to take them off. Oh well, there were worse reasons to have to take off one's clothes.

[color=D5FF00]"So,"[/color] Mali said as she kicked off her sneakers. She wasn't going to sit down like Zoie had. She didn't need to, and it would only make removing certain items, namely the bodysuit more difficult. Briefly, she wondered where she was supposed to put her previously worn garments once removed, but figured Zoie would show her, or the staff would take care of it, were it truly an issue. [color=D5FF00]"You eat rattlesnake?"[/color]