Judging by her high-pitched yelps and pained groans, it doesn’t sound like Alice is having a very nice time and now it’s Billy’s turn to feel pity for her. When Alice emerges from the backroom, Billy instantly sees that her waist is noticeably narrower than before. A strained expression is fixated on her face, her rosy red cheeks appear damp from the tears she’d shed. He casts Alice a reassuring smile, just like the ones she’d previously cast him. “Right…” Mrs Postlethwaite announces. Billy stands and prepares himself for the strange looks he’ll receive when they exit the shop. She beckons him with her index and middle finger. “You next,” she says.
“B… but…” Billy stammers when he realizes that he too is to go into the back room.