Nyctophile

Chapter eleven

I finally learned how to put in music!

Third person P.O.V

The morning sun cast a warm glow over Yokohama as Dr. Yosano, a beautiful doctor known for her keen intellect and poised demeanor, and Y/n, the very known woman for her kindness towards animals and human, and a very unfortunately, dull spirit, set out on a day of opulent indulgence before the night which would be spent gossiping. Yosano led the way with an air of refined elegance, her jet-black hair neatly pulled back, while Y/n matched her steps with an introverted beauty, her (H/c) hair catching the sunlight as they ventured into the heart of the city.

Their first destination was a high-end nail salon tucked away in a charming side street. The melodious chime of a bell welcomed them, followed by the subtle fragrance of lavender and soft instrumental tunes. The salon's ambiance mirrored Yosano's tastes, and the duo found themselves enveloped in an atmosphere of tranquility. Welcomed by impeccably dressed staff, they were led to plush chairs, each equipped with a footrest that promised hours of relaxation.

As skilled technicians meticulously worked on their hands and feet, Yosano maintained a poised exterior, her keen eyes observing not just the artistic beauty but the potential health implications of the procedures. She engaged in discussions with the staff about hygiene protocols, emphasizing the importance of maintaining a sterile environment for the well-being of both the staff and the clients.

On the other hand, Y/n, with an ignored curiosity, found herself drowning in conversations with the staff, who were all very unlikeable. She discovered their stories, aspirations, and even the significance of the choice of colors for nail polishes. However, her focus shifted when she noticed the staff checking expiration dates on certain products. Intrigued, Y/n delved into discussions about the quality and safety of the salon's products, exploring the intricacies of maintaining a high standard in the beauty industry.

Amidst the dull, angered chatter, Yosano's perceptive gaze continued to scrutinize the details. She pointed out potential health concerns that might arise from certain practices, emphasizing the need for the salon to prioritize the well-being of its clients. Y/n, with newfound insight into the health-centric perspective, listened intently, appreciating Yosano's commitment to both beauty and safety.

The vibrant colors of nail polish adorned their fingers and toes, each stroke a testament to the meticulous care taken by the salon's skilled artists. Yosano chose a classic, subdued shade that complemented her professional image, while Y/n embraced a darker, paler palette, reflecting her youth-less mind. The duo left the salon not only with beautifully manicured hands but with a newfound appreciation for the intersection of aesthetics and health.

After the nail session, Yosano guided Y/n through the historic streets of Chinatown. Y/n, ever observant, noticed the intricacies of the architecture and the cultural nuances of the surroundings. Yosano, with her analytical mind, appreciated the historical significance and the influence of Chinese traditions on the vibrant community.

Their journey continued to a renowned spa, an oasis of serenity hidden within the urban labyrinth. The spa's entrance, adorned with bamboo and cascading water features, signaled a retreat from the bustling city. Yosano, with her medical background, noted the spa's commitment to holistic well-being, from the carefully curated scents to the harmonious blend of soothing sounds that welcomed them.

In a private room adorned with minimalist decor, Yosano and Y/n exchanged their attire for plush robes, preparing for a sequence of treatments that promised to transport them into a realm of pure bliss. The spa's therapists, well-versed in the art of relaxation, began with massages that unraveled the tension in their bodies.