White heels.

"These are absolutely crazy. But if put in one row with the other three pairs, they somehow appear almost normal."

Jen took them out of the locker to have a better look at them. She started rotating one of the shoes in her hands, but they were so clean that the reflection of the ceiling lights was too bright to look at, so she placed both of them near herself. First thing that surprised her was that they were much heavier than she would expect. The design involved the 1-inch platform that was narrowing to the ground significantly, as well as the heel that was so thin she would not risk probing its tip with her finger.

The only extra feature that would explain the extra weight was a prominent ankle strap. It stood straight from the shoe counter and was disappointingly open.

{if Insanity > 19}"Would you wear these to your own wedding?"

{elseif Insanity > 29}"Hmm... A special event would require special footwear."{endif}

The thought that she not only can, but has to wear them to navigate her way out of this huge place, excited her. Not wasting any more time, Jen dropped the shoes onto the white floor and carefully jumped down herself, stepping right into them. If the girl did not leave her left hand on the top of the locker, she would have fallen right now, as the needle heel with intentionally narrowed platform made keeping the balance much harder than it used to be.

Jen looked down and realized that the thick shoe strap was going to give her ankles the support they needed so hard. Leaning on the locker's side, she bent her shaking knees and reached the straps' metal tongues with her hands and pushed them into the clasp box. They met with a loud snap, and the girl finally felt some stability around her ankles. She managed to stand up and take a few steps, each of them making a high-pitched echo over the whole area. Jen was announcing her presence far away by that, and that was quite sensational despite her conclusion that no one was home.

{If She knows = true}The fit was perfect. Suspiciously perfect. She remembered her euphoric first experience with the dildo that was now stuck inside her, and second thoughts filled her mind.

"I better end the fitting before something hap..." — Jen tried to open the ankle strap on her shoe, but it refused to budge. Her second hand joined the process, but the efforts were futile. It was not going to separate again. Instead, the girl saw a keyhole appearing in the center of the clasp box.

"Oh my god! This can't be happening!" — she said, letting go of the shoe that was now an indefinite-time addition to her foot.

{elseif Insanity > 19}"If we can't get rid of it, we can enjoy it! Why not make a tour around this weird mall?"

{else}The fit was perfect. Delightfully perfect. She enjoyed the shoes, and she seemed to start enjoying the dildo moving with her hips as they swayed while she strutted around.

"I wonder what else is in storage for us!"{endif}

Jen looked around and saw more furniture, but an all-white wardrobe was standing out for her somewhy. She also noticed that some sections of the wall were covered by blinds.

"Something must be behind them, but there are no huge letters of a brand to give me a clue."