Shiny Golden Thigh High Boots

Kendrick stares at the golden thigh-high boots like they’re holy relics. They gleam in the light of her desk lamp, blindingly shiny, painfully dramatic.

“They’re gorgeous. They’re impossible. They’re perfect.”

Getting them on is a process. It takes three attempts, one tumble into a laundry basket, and several very un-heroic curse words. But eventually, the zippers slide up her thighs with a satisfying zzzzt, locking her legs into twin towers of crime-fighting fabulousness.

She stands... wobbles... then steadies herself.

“Okay... Okay. I can walk in these. I just have to pretend the floor is lava. And I’m a lava goddess.”

She strikes another pose, one hand behind her head, the other on her hip. Gold corset, purple skirt, black domino mask, and now gleaming thigh-high boots—it’s coming together. She’s a little unstable, slightly breathless, but completely committed.

“Now all I need are some gloves... and maybe a grappling hook. Or, like, a ribbon whip? Ooh!”