Red

Your nails are now a bit longer than they've ever been and have been painted a bright red. The tips are white and squared off, and they're covered in little white polka dots which puts you in mind of a housewife from the fifties. Your eyes drift down toward your toenails where you see they too have been painted red, though they lack the feminine polka dots.

You swing your legs out of the chair, intent to put your loafers back on and leave this place with haste, but your shoes, and socks, are nowhere to be found. Instead you find a pair of delicately placed red suede pumps. Your stomach drops as you look around and see your manly shoes are nowhere in sight and you realize its either these shoes or none at all.