Refuse the shoes.

You shake your head. There's no way you'll be putting your feet into those shoes.

The ground in the pavilion is cool, but as soon as you step out of the shade and your feet land on sunlit pavement you wince. The hot sun has made the paths unbearable to walk on with bare feet. You grimace in pain as you take a few more steps before rolling your eyes and turned back to the pavilion to retrieve the only footwear available to you.

You struggle with your pride and long nails as you slip into the pink stilettos. After a few unsteady steps in the platform heels, you head back out into the sun to find an exit, quickly.