The spa—"Celestial Haven"—sat nestled between a bookshop and an upscale bakery in the city's artisan district. From the outside, it looked innocuous enough. Clean glass storefront, climbing roses of lilac and soft pink going up the side of the building and around the sign kept neatly trimmed, soft ambient lighting, tinted glass so no one could see far in.

Inside was the front desk. Setup in a sleek upscale design with a designer couch nestled in the right corner and white upholstery, a coffee table with plants on it. There was even a drinking station to get waiting guests drinks and to browse their catalog as they filled out papers and waited for service. A receptionist behind the desk - named Mina - who was nearly 6 feet tall with a slim toned body, a yellow blouse unbuttoned a little at the top tucked into a pencil skirt that went down to her knees, beige pantyhose on and six inch black platforms on. She had short trimmed black hair, straight, pushed behind her right ear, thin framed glasses that hung off the tip of her nose, dark mocha colored skin, bangles on her wrist and giant hoop earrings off her earlobes. Then those grey eyes, grew hound ears popping out the top of her head, and a tail poking out the back. All professional.

The spa had everyone one needed to relax - preferences on make or female professionals. Hair salon, nail spa, massages, aesthetician, soaking areas, body wraps, etc. Each with their own private space per client.