One of Margarete's favourtite stores.

It took more than one Moment for Margarete to collect herself and snap back. Now there were two of her shoes roaming around on their own with god knows what other shenanigans in mind. Slipping into some sneakers she went outside. "Now what?", she asked hersel. In her shock state she didn't checked the direction in which her legwear could have gone. The young woman trusted her instincts and went right down the road, since she always goes this way to end up at a small collection of highly prestigous brand stores such as Louboutin. Margarete did walk fast just so that she didn't raise any unwanted attention.

After a minute she came by a comic store were a older guy was sitting outside, puffing his third cigarette on the sidewalk. He looked pretty beaten up. "Could it be?", she thought. At another glance she sighed: "do I have to do this?". It was Bill, the comic store guy. Bill was the first guy to suffer from her kinks and pleasures since she entered this neighbourhood. She would stop by to just mess with this guy. Margarete stopped by. She definetely got his attention but his eyes were focused on her feet. "Eyes up here, big guy. Tough day?", Margarete rumbled. "The fine lady from down the road, what a pleasure. It's none of your business honestly", Bill answered. It didn't look like a fight, so Margarete investigated further. "Aw, dear why wouldn't you tell me?", she inquired in a more feminine voice. "Nope, aint gonna tell you", he answered again. Phase 1 failed. Margarete was impatient by nature and switched to more drastic measures. She pulled of one of her shoes and started trailing up her foot alongside his body, stopping in front of his face. "Listen buddy, that's gonna be the most skin you'll experience in quite some time", Margarete menaced. This statement was ironic since she was still wearing tights. Bill seemed a bit worked up but not as impressed as he could have been. Yet, he remained silent. "Gosh, this guy", Margarete thought. She grew impatient. "Do I need to do this? What if someone sees me?", she again thought to herself. There was no time and a pair of shoes running around. Margarete pulled her foot down to his crotch and started rubbing. It wasn't her first footjob and it wouldn't be her last. Bill finally showed a reaction, this was Margarete's speciality. "You. wouldn't.. believe it..", Bill muttered "there was this pair of shoes and.. and.. oh god. This is gooood". She was able to squeeze out the information so far to know in which direction the shoes went. She stopped when she heard enough. Bill had a expectantly expression on his face. "You are full of crap, jerk", she exclaimed and stomped. She caught his face with one hand. "This didn't happen I dare you!", she threatened with her nails ready to scratch at his eyes. Bill was left speachless after this interaction and Margarete continued on.

Paranoia was kicking in, she started seeing footprints and couldn't disect if they were real or not, but if they were to be real they led right into a small fashion district that she often visits.