Change the footwear.

For some reason, it was disappointing to leave the stripper sandals. The strap that would bind them to her was left unshut.

"You need something better. Someone like you deserves better than some simple hooker's walkers."

Jen threw the sandals aside and started searching along the bottom of the wardrobe. From the time when she could see, she remembered that this was where most of the footwear was standing. Some chunky velvet boots, some very strappy stiletto sandals. The next pair were ballet boots. Jen chuckled before putting them back. This was an even less appropriate time to 'try' something like them.

She kept her fingers busy, and the silhouette of the next boots began painting itself in her mind. Strict, strong leather, knee level height, thin sole that would give her a decent connection to the floor. She could almost hear a very soft pencil marking these fat, glossy checks on the crispy tinted paper. Jen's fingertips went down the entire length of the thin, solid heel before letting go. Definitely no less than 5 inches, although it would be easier to tell with her eyes open.

"You deserve a personal servant to look at things for you."