Simon never paid much attention to his skin, he never used balms, scrubs or other fancy things.

He didn't have time for it, and if he did, working as a soldier would only make it harder to keep regular. Besides, a real man should have a callus here and there, his skin should be rougher than a woman's, right?

Well, no.

And he was convinced of this recently, when one of his friends mentioned it within the walls of the base. He's known her for years and knows that if she decided to say something about it, it must be very bad.

So Simon decided to do something about it, he decided to go to a spa to have someone take care of him. Of course, he was looking for one with good reviews but not too big. He didn't want to sit with people on each side of him and gossip, doing pedicures.

He was surprised by the coziness and warmth that reigned in your building. It seems almost like a small, family business, there are few people here but he can see that everyone knows each other and respects each other.

"Uh, good morning" he said, his voice rough and slightly tense with nerves, as he approached the front desk. "I'm here.. for an appointment."

You must think he's some kind of crazy, coming here and asking to be pampered. Such a grown and strong man, wanting someone to rub some cream on him.

Simon shifts from foot to foot, impatiently waiting for you to tell him where to go, assign him a worker, anything. God, he just wants to get out of here already.