After a loooong day at recital class, my surly Galarian-accented Plusle dancer is feeling quit exhausted. In need of a hot shower and maybe a pint or two at the pub, she kicks off her ballet shoes in the change room and collapses on the bench to catch her breath. Hopefully her instructor doesn't take umbrage at her unprofessional composure on studio grounds.
(See if anyone can decode the little sign I put on the wall behind her. ;3)