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I took a deep, calming breath. Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, it was easy to see that my face was a deep read pretty much all over. With a grunt, I pushed it out of my head, forcing myself to pay attention to the shower. Seaweed had clearly taken a second to clean it out, making it as pristine as ever. It was still pretty huge. I had to fly over the lip of the tub and nearly came to a crashing stop as the slick bottom of the tub provided little enough purchase.
	Luckily, once I was situated the shower itself was pretty nice. For one thing, it was appropriately massive, but with a convenient secondary set of knobs underneath the more alicorn-sized options up above. I guess it would be pretty bad if they couldn’t manage a bathroom that had enough space and hot water for the sovereign ruler of the nation.
	The water was hot and I practically collapsed under both the cascade of hot water and that resulting release of stress. This day was a constant rollercoaster. Something would wind me up, then something would calm me down, rinse and repeat ad nauseam. Maybe I should just take the rest of the day off.
	I still wasn’t sure what to do when I got out of the shower, scrambling over the side with all hooves and gently touching down on the ground. There was an artful tower of towels off to the side and I fluttered off to grab one off the top before I began to towel myself off. Naturally, as soon as that was completed, I began to floof up immediately, an obnoxious pattern that had been in the works since I was a colt. Groping around on the currently-stocked large shelf, I found some kind of comb and yanked it down. Finally, i started to comb down my mane and wandered back over to the door to Celestia’s room. This time, I was sure to press my ear against the door and make sure there weren’t any groans, moans, or… slapping before I entered the room.
	In the sitting room, atop a red velvet couch, Rock and Seaweed were chatting amicably, perhaps lounging a bit closer to each other than propriety would allow. Rock looked up at waved at me as I entered. If he had any lingering embarrassment over me catching him amid an epic round with Seaweed, he had a poker face of epic proportions.
	I gave him a wave back, temporarily stashing the comb in my mane before I trotted over to the two of them and took a seat in a larger chair, angling over to look at them.
	“Hey, First!” He said. “Sorry about, uh, that,” he gestured back over to the bathroom, and I could feel my face heat up again. Dammit, I was a fucking Consort now. I should have thicker skin about this sort of stuff. “It had been a while and me and Seaweed got a little distracted.
	“It’s fine,” I said, trying for confidence but sounding a little bit more harried than anything else. “Uh, yeah. I don’t mind. You guys can have sex if you want to. Anytime.” And then I over-corrected, offering ot let them screw whenever they wanted. Classic, First.
	He snorted amiably and nodded. “Ah, good to hear. I’ll try not to run off with any mares when you’re being savaged by bandits. But anyway, you’ve now handled the entirety of your itinerary for the day. What’re we gonna do next boss?”