My pleasant moment was interrupted slightly, as the Unicorn Waitress was back, serving my meal on the small table before me.
“Thanks!” I just mumbled, as she placed the bowl before me and quietly left my balcony.
“Bon Apetite. You're welcome!” she whispered in a more seductive voice than I had expected.
The balcony once more quiet, and the silence engulfed me in a pleasantly seductive manner. I just sat there with half closed eyes, looking at my meal, pondering if I dared eat, or what else I was to do.
This certainly is a place I felt like recommending to Rarity. Only I couldn't quite think as clearly as I had desired in order to decide, just how to word it, when I was to put the proposition before her.
I had noticed there was a fork by my salad, but this wasn't the fork I'd use, maybe, or was this intended for someone other than a Pony? Then I simply nodded to her, not knowing how to express what I had in mind. Hoping she would have an idea.
This is a casual establishment, serving food along with this more exotic 'Entertainment'. I chose to take hints, where I thought they were applicable. Her suit cover specific parts of her, maybe this could be seen as if she wasn't supposed to touch certain parts of me? She wears nothing on her head, or her hands, did this suggest she was expected to touch my head.
After a moment, I noticed her moving to one side, before she picked up the small and delicate fork in her free hand, before she slipped the fork down into the salad and caught a fair mouth piece of vegetables, before she moved it towards my muzzle, while still slowly scratching my ear. To me, it seems as if she had been trained in handling both the fork, and still be present enough to keep scratching my itch, as it were.
I had opened my mouth as I noticed the fork just as it approached my lips. Then I thoughtfully chew the vegetables, only to realise, just how stylish and tasty they are. I almost stopped for a moment, as the realisation sunk in, considering how much she distracted me.
Apparently she knew her job. This is something I could get used to, considering just how much I'm enjoying it this far. Is it the way she forked down the salad for me, the way she knew just when to slip the fork in for me to have the next bit. Or is it the way she knew how to scratch my ear, just as it was how her fingers managed to scratch me right out there. I got to hoof it to this girl, there's something with her nails, something in how she used them in order to tease me into quietly just lean back.
The salad does feel fresh, and I had to admit, this is a tasty salad, each and every peace of vegetable feels just right.
Maybe she had caught me off guard. I'm not exactly used to any pony serving me in this manner, besides, her fingers really did make this feel like a very special moment. She had been very well trained, and I guess she had to be a natural with this as well. I had to recommend this to others, once I see any ponies.
Every so often, she just stabbed a small selection of vegetables, then slowly moves the fork towards my face, and I happily open my mouth, then close it again, now with the vegetables inside, and she pulls the fork out.
She made me feel very special and important, not just the entertainer everyone looked at, and laughed at, or with. Now I'm important, in ways I had never felt, and probably never quite would get used to. She seemingly enjoyed her work no end.
It is as if I was doing her a service, rather than she's doing a service for me. It is at least the impression she gave me. Not so much in words, she never really said anything, not that I asked her, and she apparently did not need to ask me anything either.
Was it that enjoyable, just to be near me, and scratching my ear? I had never seen, or experienced anything quite like it, but I wasn't in the mood to knock the opportunity, not so long as I had the impression she was enjoying herself, while doing, what she is doing right now.
Somehow I sense a smile in her actions, just as I see a smile on her face. I just can't see her ears, so I had to contend with what I had.
After a while, maybe fifteen minutes in, I thought I hear what sounded like a giggle, but refrained from asking. I had no intention to embarrass the girl. If she said nothing, I couldn't know if she even could speak, or if she could understand Equestrian. Besides, living in a fairly small community like Ponyville, we probably had a strange dialect too.
I had noticed that she constantly uses the same hand for the fork scratching my ear respectively. I guessed this was why she stands on the same side, and scratching the same ear, while feeding me the delicious salad.
Then I realised, I wasn't really looking at who was down on the floor under where I sit, I'm just enjoying the salad, such as she fed it to me. Just as she obviously did enjoy scratching my ear. It isn't as if I could have protested. I like her to enjoy it, it is a part of me. I like every pony to smile, why not extending this towards this girl, along with every Pony in Ponyville as well as the rest of Equestria?
Little by little, she had brought a smile to my face, and then widened it further. Maybe she enjoyed to have me smile, just as I'm enjoying her to smile? I can't say, but I had the impression she enjoyed what she was doing.
Wherever they had found the girl, and why she had chosen to go, I had no idea, I guess I didn't care. She enjoys her work, and her life, for all I can say, just as I enjoy her presence, and what she is currently doing.
I can clearly see her delicate hand as she is holding the fork, the long painted nails standing out. Something about her kept reminding me of Rarity and how she acted, only the girl did not speak, so I can say nothing of her voice.
Maybe I could ask the waitress about these things later, or I should ask, next time I was here. I'm going to be back, not just for the delicious salad, and the price, but most certainly for her delicate and enjoyable service. Maybe I should make coming here into a habit. I certainly could get used to it, and enjoy what I had enjoyed here this far.
How typical, the salad had to come to an end, but by now she had made me enjoy it for at least an hour. I just stay in place, leaning back, enjoying her touch for a while longer. Then she realised I was finished. She just looked at me, almost as if she was pleading with me, but said nothing.
As I look up, I noticed her tail was held high. I'm not sure exactly what it means, but something told me she had enjoyed me, and that she most likely was proud she had managed to please me so well, for so long.
I just winked at her, waved my hoof, before I leave her behind, before I moved out of the balcony, and out of the establishment. Though I'm sure to be back here, just hoping she would be here tomorrow, as I return.
I'll ask for her, I guess. Or maybe I was to sample another table, regardless of if this table is free, and if she would be here then.