The rest of her day went smoothly. She picked up her daughters from school and made sure they did they homework while she paid a few bills. Her husband was away, and there wasn't anything too unordinary to steal her attention otherwise. Thoughts of the shampoo tugged on her mind throughout the day, so after she'd cooked dinner and sent the kids down, she told them she'd be taking a brief shower before the night's usual occasion.
Stepping into her tub and turning the nozzle on, warm water washed down her face. With a simple squeeze, an oily purple-black ooze crept onto her hands and slopped through them. The goo soon found itself massaged around her hair.
