"Beauty." The crone didn't follow after her; she just looked a little sad, and she'd kick herself for it too. "I know how this story can go. There are many ways, and I assure you unless you avoid temptation, it will bite you in that pretty little ass of yours. Do not, so be it. Your ruin will be on your head." Her hands went up as if she was washing herself of the situation.
"You are only human. Your fall is inevitable. You should choose wisely how it happens, for as I said, once it happens, you will be nothing. A smart little woman who can keep a shop, and there is nothing wrong with this. It is a very good life I've heard. But, you will not be Beauty. You will be the woman who once was the girl called 'Beauty.'" She shrugged.
"Every woman falls as does every man." The crone waved away all of this. "If you wish to test yourself, you could try to kiss his cheek, or hold his hand. They will be quite cold, unless he's fed. Then they will be only slightly warmer, slightly pinker. Then you will wonder who he fed on because it certainly will not be a what. And you will wonder if he enjoyed the whom completely. That is how he feeds. Or perhaps you won't. Good girls like you never consider such things."
There was another shrug as she looked to the side as if she heard something.