After a long, vigorous and rather exorbitant amount of exfoliating of the skin, Reporter Rebecca Pierce had finished her all inclusive and exclusive investigation of the Oak Institute's washroom. The interiors were sterile, lifeless and over all not a very welcoming place for a wash off. But the pressure was sufficient and the temperatures were solid. All and all the facilities warranted a passing grade. 

Of course using those showers was not the only thing provided to Reporter Rebecca Pierce at this time. A fresh change of clothes were also provided. She received a clean skirt, blazer, blouse, tie and pair of heels which were more or less identical to her previous garments which were being thoroughly cleansed at this moment. 

Relaxing in a chair, keeping an eye on the PokeDex waiting for when she felt like calling in to the others, Rebecca smiled at the cosmetologist who was busy with the foot file. "By Kyogre you don't know how long its been since I've had a proper one..." But the cosmetologist didn't seem to care for conversation at this point in time.

All the while Whismur was sniffling and trying its darnedest not to move. Being a footstool wasn't exactly easy and the creature didn't want to experience what would happen if it failed in this task.