Alice was carelessly browsing through the world market one sunny afternoon. There were plenty of exciting things on offer, from food stalls to clothing to garden essentials and beyond.
"Care to have a look?" Alice heard a voice croaking from just out of view. Turning to see where the voice came from, Alice noticed a decrepit old lady standing behind the counter of an all black stall. She was staring deeply at Alice, holding what looked like a necklace decorated with cheap looking gems.
"Come look!" The old lady invited Alice "I bet this one would look perfect on you!"
Alice wasn't particularly interested in buying the necklace, so she tried to let down the old lady in the same way that she would any other stall owner.
"Sorry. I'm in a bit of a hurry." Alice told the old lady before turning away and continuing her way through the market. The old lady scowled at Alice as she walked away, furious that her necklace was brushed off by the much younger woman.
"Humph! That little minx thinks she's so much better than me! She thinks she's so pretty and important, well I'll show her!!"
The old lady slammed the necklace down on the counter before quickly turning around to grab a small jar containing some sort of ointment. She then dipped the tip of her finger into the jar before drawing it back out and pointing an ointment covered fingernail in the direction of Alice. With a flick of said finger, a droplet of the ointment was sent flying across the market like a speeding bullet until it splash landed on the back of Alice's ________.
"Humph! We'll see how pretty you are once my magic ointment sets in!" The old lady cackled at her handiwork.
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