By Kate Silver

The sun has set and throughout Las Vegas the screaming of blow dryers, the spritzing of hair spray and the snapping of compacts can be heard as the masses prepare for a night on the town.

“How...pedestrian,” I scoff to myself. Why get yourself ready when a professional can do it for you? While most people are involved in the required preening before a night out on The Strip, I’m headed for a nighttime treatment at WET, the spa at Treasure Island.

The moment I arrive at WET, the distracting and overwhelming world is washed away by the soothing trickle of water and the calming flow of “waves,” the spa’s characterizing design element.

Smiling spa attendants hand out sandals, recommend services and deliver chilled water and lemonade like pretty, little water nymphs. I change into one of the spa’s soft robes and am led to a warmed table where my massage therapist, Kristen, begins my “Heiress” package.

WET at TI has a menu of evening options that fit in perfectly with any Vegas itinerary and are offered from 4 p.m. until the spa closes. There are two categories from which to choose: “Night In” and “Night Out.”

Selecting a “Night Out” treatment was easy; the hard part was deciding which one. The Swarovski crystal manicure and pedicure? Bronzing? Cellulite treatments? Hair extensions and makeup application? Finally my eyes landed on the “24-karat sexy” service, as the spa menu describes it. How many chances would I really have to be touched by Midas?

It starts with an exfoliating jojoba rub and continues with an application of golden lotion. By the time Kristen has wrapped me in golden plastic, my mind was gone, dreaming about the night ahead. Indulgence has always been the city’s theme, but it has just never felt this good.

The music overhead, the dim room and the warmth send me into a hazy dreamland while my body absorbs the moisture the desert air has wicked out. After about 20 minutes, Kristen tells me I can open my eyes and leads me to the shower. I stand under the warm, soothing water, thinking about nothing but the task at hand: the massage. I towel off and wrap my robe around me, returning to my treatment.