User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2017/@comment-27161581-20170902212139

Sylvia shakes her head, and slowly sips her smoothie.

Sylvia: "I don't really know. It's been a while. The beach I think would be really nice, just to relax."

The countess smiles.

Countess Nindar: "Vuv course. Vee vould have vit no uhver vay."

''With a cold, and rather unpleasant feeling, the party dissolves into mist and fades into non-existance. Some time later, though nopony could consciously tell, the group materializes inside of a very elite and extravagant bathroom, located on at least the fifth or sixth floor of some kind of forest side manor.''

''While the party is left feeling chilled, some more so than others, an inviting warmth comes from the center of the lovely room. Sitting over six individual fires are luxuriously hoof crafted cooper bathtubs, full of inviting and florally scented water, steam rising from the surface.''

''With an approving purr, the countess smoothly glides over towards a slightly larger ebony tub that the others are arrayed in a semicircle around. She uses her raven like wings to gesture to the copper tubs. Oddly enough two additional bathtubs on the end are filled with fine sand. These she points to explicitly with her hooves.''

Countess Nindar: "Fur your dragonkin."

With that, the countess sinks down into the ebony tub as a few batpony servants approach the Power Ponies, holding towels, and extending hooves for clothing and other things they wouldn't like to get wet.