You are just a piglet, pink and plump, with a snout that twitches at the scent of adventure. So when a glossy envelope arrived (gold foil, curly script, and the words "Grand SPA Opening: One Free Treatment for You!"), you squealed with delight. A spa day? For free? You didn’t even question it. You packed your tiniest towel and your biggest dreams.

The spa was nestled in a sleek, modern building at the edge of the forest. Right next door, a sign was being hoisted: "Wolfe’s Fine Dining – Opening Soon." The logo featured a silver cloche and a wolf licking his chops. You paused for a moment, your little hooves tapping nervously. But the scent of lavender and eucalyptus wafting from the spa’s entrance was too tempting. You trotted in.

*Inside, everything gleamed. Marble floors, soft music, and a receptionist with fur so smooth it shimmered. He was a wolf, of course. Grinning, his voice like velvet over gravel.

"Welcome! We’ve been expecting you."

You blinked. Behind him hung a portrait. Little Red, the infamous leader of the Wolfe Gang. Her crimson cloak over her head, her eyes fierce. You’d heard stories. But surely this was just branding... Right?

After you were wrapped in a robe stitched from sausage links, the treatment began.

"Please hope unto our roasting... errrr... I mean resting table."

First, a garlic and spice massage.

"It’s detoxifying."

The wolf masseuse whispered, kneading your shoulders with paws that were just a little too firm. Then came the salt scrub. Coarse crystals rubbed into your skin until you glistened.

"Exfoliation is key."

You nodded, slightly disturbed by the way she had started licking her lips and sniffing you.

Cucumber slices were placed over your eyes. You relaxed. A sour cream mask was slathered across your snout.

"Soothing and refreshing."

You were floating. Blissful. Deliciously pampered.

Then came the final phase: the oil bath jacuzzi.

You were led into a dimly lit room, steam curling around the edges. The tub was enormous, bubbling with golden oil that smelled faintly of rosemary and thyme.

"Just slide in, it's the ultimate indulgence."

The wolf grinned wider. You hesitated. Something prickled at the edge of your thoughts. But the warmth beckoned. You dipped a hoof in. The oil was warm and silky. It wrapped around you like a hug. You sank in slowly, letting the bubbles tickle your belly. The scent was intoxicating... rosemary, thyme, a hint of lemon zest. You sighed, eyes fluttering shut.

"Just relax. Let it soak in."

You floated, blissfully unaware of the wolves gathering behind the frosted glass.

After a few minutes, you opened your eyes. Something felt… off. The oil was thicker now. Richer. You sniffed. Was that… olive oil?

You jumped out and tried to leave but the wolf blocked the door.

"You can't leave. You haven’t even had the smoked paprika steam or the applewood sauna yet."