Wishing ill for others sometimes backfires (2)

 "Here you go, Miss Penelope," the shop assistant said as she brought Penelope to the trial room and asked, "Would you like me to help you?" 

"No need," Penelope replied with a frown. She glanced at the woman whose nails were chipped and her face scrunched up. Who knows whether this woman even cleaned her hands when she didn't even know how to manage them?

She entered the trial room and closed the curtain behind her. Soon she started to unbutton her top; however, as soon as she pushed the fabric off her shoulders, she felt her left hand hurting even harder. 

"Ah, what the—I think I need to get a spa and a massage," muttered Penelope. But when she pushed down the top, she realised that something was wrong as the sleeve of her top seemed to be stuck to her arm. 

She wondered if the sleeve ended up getting caught in something but as Penelope pushed down the sleeve and her bare skin came into view, her eyes widened. 

"...Th—This... what—what is this—"