They were, suprinsingly selective

The pair of shoes found themselfes in front of a Alley with a plethora of small display windows and fancy doors. This was the HSS-Corner, High Society Shopping, probably the one of Margarete's most favourite places to be. No simple people, Doorman's, selective entry and a lot of expensive clothing. Yet, luxury stores didn't need to be open all the time, their opening hours are just as selective as their customer choice is. It should be no problem switching it's host but the magical entity possessing the shoes seemed to have found it's purpose by extracting as much human sensation as possible. Margarete's fear wasn't quite cutting it, Bill's show was quite underwhelming. After absorbing information in Bill's store before, the entity seemed to look for an suitable upgrade. Wornout Flats wouldn't do quite good for more 'juicy' prey. The shoes were pondering from display to display as a exhausted Margarete appeared around the corner. "Got ya", she thought but still was hiding around a corner. A Gameplan was needed, yet, she didn't know why she was in hiding, shoes shouldn't be able to see. "or do they..?", Margarete asked herself. The shoes clearly seemed to check out displays. Margarete tried really well to avoid visual contact while sneaking up on her beloved pair of shoes but when she got close it seemed that they made up their mind and walked up to the store door. They started rubbing the door with short movements and it seemed that the door would 'cooperate' by opening itself. Margarete would give chase as hidden as she could. "They didn't do that before", she thought. It seems that the entity was adapting and learning to use it's abilities. "This is bad", she said to herself as she appeared at the front door of the store. 'Louboutin' the door sign read. "Oh no, you won't", Margarete exclaimed. The shoes finally noticed their predator after seemingly wait to collect themself. They ran into the aisles and Margarete gave chase. This was usually a dream place for her, the fanciest heels and a lot of leather. The shoes were nowhere to be found. Exhausted Margarete tried to get to senses. "I'll need to find them", she thought "are the alarms.. off?". The boxes on the walls seemed to be shut down since there weren't any red indication lights shining. There was no time but what there was however was a noise. Rumbling. The shoes kicked at a rack so a display pair of 5' heels would fall of one after the other. Margarete watched in horror as 3 pointy legs started to come out of her black flats slowly going over to the tip of the red soled heels. To the entity's dismay, Margarete didn't froze in place by the supernatural display, when she pulled the pair away. Feeling accomplished she put them up on another rack. "Now how would I catch ghost shoes?", she thought. The shoes somehow seemed to tremble. Without a thought she quickly grabbed the pair tight in her hands and put them securely in her arms. Margarete's victory was short lived however. She could feel vibrating and twitching from within the shoes and a cracking noise was to be heard. Two Heels shot out of the sole of the flats, stining Margarete and bringing her to a fall. "Ouch what a Bi..!", she exclaimed. Margarete now got a premier seat on watching her Flats transform into the exact pair of Louboutin heels. She was still stunned by the pain but tried to get up, however the left shoe pushed the woman on the ground increasing the pressure as the other demanded a kiss. Margarete didn't cooperate at first but heels were a painful tool by their nature and she soon gave in. With a 'good girl' pat on her cheek the heels clacked out of the store closing the door shut. "Now what?", Margarete got up.

Located down the road was a parking lot which partially served as a taxi station. A young man with a cigar in his hand was standing outside of his mercedes taxi. This young man was Dave, a 32 year old retired PR Manager. After suffering a heavy loss, the man now used his daily life to serve the people and his own interested by picking up some 'professionals' to deliver them to their next job. They didn't pay in cash though, however their payment was usually more than generous for Dave. He was known in circles for this and he was pretty reliable and also 'not to undecent' either. At this time of the day he wouldn't deliver his special customers, those came later in an hour or two, this was mostly his 'normie' business hours and he waited for another customer. The doors to his car were wide open as he covered up some bitemarks with make-up. The shoes did observe the man and approach his car. If there wouldn't be a single soul the heels would have been heard a mile from Dave. Thanks to the noise cover of a busy road however they couldn't have been heard at all. Dave was to busy preparing himself to look fine. The shoes did enter the car quietly and hid under the dashboard. "Welp, today's business is really dry. Time to relocate that gorgeous face", Dave sighed and entered his car.