Ariel had thought long and hard about it and as far as she was concerned it was far too steep a price. Sure I mean she thought the Prince was an absolute freaking hottie, but… he could wait.
 
After declining the Sea Witch’s ridiculously high price for the legs, she began looking elsewhere for a better deal and she was told that an Ocean Wench just might be able to help.
 
And it wouldn’t take her long to find an Ocean Wench either. They seemed to be everywhere with their deals. The one that she found was so affordable too! Here the Sea Witch had wanted her most precious, well one of her most precious assetts, for a pair of legs and this Ocean Wench was willing to give her legs for just three old shell tops which was almost a steal, especially considering she hadn’t worn them in quite some time.
 
So the contract was signed and with a flip of her wrist and a cheap bit of magic, the cheapest magic actually: a one, two, switcharoo, and poof… wish.com granted!
 
Ariel was fucked.