You couldn’t just stop now. You had to do something about this lipstick! You tried to rush past Dalia, keeping your eyes trained on the bucket ahead. However, you heard her hum. Your weakened mind convinced you to turn, a decision you’d regret terribly. For, once you turned, you saw her turned around, butt planted on the counter of her stall. The way she sat, it squished up, making her rump appear plumper than usual. Curse that purple lipstick! You were unable to get your eyes off of that butt.
Out of the corner of her eye, you saw her smile a sort of judgmental smile. As if she expected her plan to work, but she feels sorry for you that it worked. Either way, she reached back, wrapped an arm around your neck, and pulled you towards her. She lifted you up, and, strangely, planted a loud smooch on your knee. Just as quickly as she planted her lips, she removed them, leaving behind a black, lip-shaped mark. Then she tossed you backwards, further away from the bucket.
“Oh, bad move, bud!” Putrina taunted. You groaned and tried to get up, but the knee she kissed felt weird. You couldn’t flex it, bend it... it was stuck! Your entire leg was stretched outwards! And you couldn’t bend it! “Any regular viewer would know our lipstick has some very special affects on our victims. And, unfortunately for our contestant, black just so happens to keep a body part erect! This lips get on any of your limbs, and you can forget about bending them! And don’t even get me started on if those lips get on your groin. Buuut, thanks to our purple lipstick, I don’t even think that’s possible.”
You couldn’t believe her, but, sure enough, you couldn’t bend your knee! And, to your horror, Dalia was beginning to exit the stall. It seemed like she wanted one last game of cat and mouse before she claimed you.