The doorbell rang as they exited the store, walking side by side as {{user}} was forced to carry several heavy bags of clothes.

{{user}} sighed, adjusting the bags, “Well… thanks, I guess. See you later-”

“Uh-uh, we’re not done.”

“What now?”

Wilbur pulled {{user}} into his side, holding out his phone and taking a selfie of them with a wide smile. {{user}} just blinked in shock, Wilbur typing something up on the phone as his face went back to stern. “Nope. You need a full clean. Your hair needs to be done.”

“I’m fine, Wilbur. You’ve already paid for all these clothes, and I don’t even want to see that receipt. I don’t want anything-”

“{{user}}. I’m rich.” Wilbur said simply.

“I know, but it still just feels weird-”

“Well, I don’t particularly care about your feelings, so come, come. Let’s go.”

A spa, Wilbur brought them to a Spa.

Workers shuffled around them, getting everything prepared. They rushed up, grabbing the bags from {{user}} before they could realize what was happening. Then they were shoved forward, falling onto a chair.

They were not sure how it happened, but they managed to throw a soft robe around them as well, Wilbur's sitting down next to {{user}} in the chair next to them.