Nowhere to be found

Scratching his head, Dave realised, Mandy has been to much of an inspiration, however he can't go outside searching for freeroaming louboutin heels, that would land him somewhere else. After a brief reflection he headed of to a pub to question the reality of the situation with some drinks.

Mandy usually took a longer walkway to her job, using the time to collect herself and plan every move. She strutted forwards through the not so lively streets of the financial district. At half past midnight, this was to be expected. After quite some time, Mandy didn't realise that through the muffled city noise and the occational sound scene, she has been followed. The entity merely adapted to the art of walking by this point and even with heels, the shoes were pretty quiet while walking. Being the collected professional as she was, Mandy wasn't afraid of stalking. Sketchy people at night weren't quite uncommon and Mandy new how to use her body to quickly deal with those situations, however the young lady noticed that she was being observed, but by turning around, there was no one to be seen or heard. "It's probably some cat", she said "poor thing". Still something wasn't quite right, she felt it. Mandy checked her bag to catch her lipstick. This was the chance for the ghostly shoes. They positioned themselves between the trash bins and waited for the right moment. Mandy, did reapply her lipstick, when the left shoe kicked one of the bins and the right shoe aimed at the heel of Mandy's shoes. The heel snapped and the young woman came to a fall. "No way, this can't be happening. Fuu..", Mandy started to complain. She took of her shoes and observed the snapped heel while still sitting on the ground. "That's really bad", she thought. There wasn't something open like an emergeny shoe repair or a store. Right beside her handbag, Mandy spotted a pair of Louboutin heels laying on the ground. "Wait, I didn't bring spare. I usually never do", she noticed suprisingly. Mandy grabbed the left shoe for closer inspection. "These aren't mine..", she followed up. The left shoe started to feel weird in her hand and Mandy backed away when it started moving. The shoe freed itself from her grip and landed with the toe side facing away from her. "What is this??", Mandy wondered in shock, shortly after when the right shoe reassembled itself to it's counterpart. She started to turn pale as the shoes turned around and closed the distance. Still in shock she found herself unable to back away any further. The shoes turned around right in front of her and the left one leaned a little backwards, proposing to be worn. Mandy still overwhelmed with the situation didn't think much before accepting the proposal and slipped right in. It was a perfect fit after some small adjustments. The shoes stood Mandy right up even lifting her a little into the air by the sudden movement. Witch a loud clacking the young woman landed in amazement. "I don't know what this is, but it's kinda hot", Mandy admired and continued her way to her job.

Meanwhile Margarete did escape the brand store and found herself rushing through the ally ways. She wanted to get home as fast as possible and maybe forget about the incident. Luckily the entity did disarm the security system completely so she wasn't caught in high definition. After some time she came by a pretty beaten up man. "Yo, darling, got a light?", he babbled "I'll tell ya a secrit". This man was Dave and he was absolutely wasted. Margarete, also not looking the best at that moment, didn't think twice and handed him one. He ingnited some rolled up paper in his hand. "Ghost shoes! Ghost shoooooes and they were soooo hoooot!! hahahah!", Dave yelled as he went off. Margarete shocked turned and followed Dave. "Where?", she inquired. "Not your ally, puretty", Dave answered. Margarete, losing a bit of self respect went in on Dave and started licking the mans cheek. "wohoaaa", Dave exclaimed. "That's a one in a life time deal, big guy", she seduced. "I... I.. loust them. In that big money part of douwntouwn", Dave babbled. Margarete pushed Dave away and kicked him in the balls. "Took you long enough", Margarete scolded and went off to her home to grab some cash and a new pair of shoes.