[At that particular moment, LB was actually working at the spa, and in spite of the rather exposing outfit LB had worked there long enough to not be as bothered by it (and hey, it beat wearing the longer version of the outfit, which was just a trip hazard). At the very least, the material went up far enough to barely cover the one boob and she had gotten pretty good at avoiding nip slips now. Standing outside on her duty to offer towels those to leaving the birch whipping area, she cranes her head at the question directed toward her.]

Hmm? I don't actually know, I haven't tried it myself just yet, heheheh...

[Because look, just the word "whipping" was enough to make her wary, even if she knew by now that the robots didn't actually hit all that hard with the branches. She glances over the stranger's face - LB was very good at remembering the faces of even those she didn't know the name of, and she was certain that this was a newcomer. So, she effortlessly puts on a smile and shrugs her shoulders in an almost sheepish manner as she continues.]

But, ah, I think I've seen it enough to maybe offer an outsider's view?