Middle one.

"It seems we can't take the right one, so I say we waste no more time and get the best we qualified for. Then, left elevator is just a league below. Imagine dancing with people that only have, like, three-piece outfits. Must be so lame."

The elevator had mirrors for walls and ceiling. Jen looked each side while entering the cabin, and just saw more of her white-clad self. As she let her back and her hands rest on the handrails, she could not help but stare at the reflection of her crotch. The base of her dildo was quite prominently visible through the tight pants.

"They're all gonna see that you love fun. That's what you're gonna say."

"At least there's no stain..." — Jen muttered and realized that she felt nothing on the inside as well. She thought this was convenient and pushed the single button present in the cabin. — "Ah, it says something."

'SHOE HALL' was written near the button.

"Hmm. Let's see if we can at least pick up some company there."

Jen stepped out and found herself on the red carpet that was leading deep into this hall. The ceiling here was not nearly as high as in the previous place, but it was probably occupying an even larger area. It was hard to tell though, as some of the rectangular sections were differently sized compared to each other, and some were blocked off by walls, so it was hard to tell if this shoe hall even had any boundaries at all.

Jen saw several section labels from where she stood: 'OFFICE', 'THIGH HIGH', 'CHAIN' and even 'ENCHANTED' were all very possible to reach even despite how horny her outfit was making her with each step.

The girl's attention was now brought to her own section. Softly lighted letters under the ceiling said 'BEACH'. The contents of the section were appropriate: there were several rows of red carpets with benches on the sides, and all the free space was occupied by beach themed footwear. Sandals, flip-flops, gladiators — the assortment was stunningly large and rich in designs and colors. However, there was still something in common between all pairs: they all had some kind of locking mechanism and they were all high heels (from wedges and stilettos to arched soles without any visible heel) no less than 4 inches long.

"The lowest I saw in the first hall was five and a half."

Under each bench there was a conventional mirror and a stash of keys, Keyhole Sealers and some other devices Jen did not know about yet.

"It's not like we need new shoes all that much... and I'm a bit attached to mine."

"Then get to work. There must be someone else here. We can take a stroll down the sections or..." — Jen found her hand caressing the top edge of her bra, and it responded with slow, teasing movements around her tingling nipples. — "...we can announce our presence real loud."