Try the boots.

The idea of walking in heels seems to be a terrible idea, but the shoes hardly seem worth so much money. Picking up the boots you look inside and decide there is no way you are putting them on without a pair of comfy socks. “Do you have socks?” You ask her.

“Let me see.” She picks around. “I have these.” She holds up a pair of knee high cotton athletic style white socks with three red bands around the tops. “If you buy either pair of shoes I will throw these in for a silver.” She says with a smile. You reach out to take them, and she stops you. “No way. You either buy them first or wash your feet.”

“Where can I do that?” You ask.

“Oh come on. I'll get a bucket.” She takes you outside and sits you down where you are pretty sure they tie horses up. You notice the car is gone. Sitting on a little wooden rail you are then treated to the quite pleasurable sensation of her washing your feet with a sponge. You are pretty sure you almost orgasm from her attention, and you spend most of the time biting on your lip and clenching your hands on the rail, not wanting to seem strange or let on to how truly good it feels. “There all better.” She says with a big grin and to your surprise she rolls up the socks and slips them on for you. It is so silky smooth and so soft, not to mention the feeling of pure bliss of her hands caressing your legs. You so very much want to fuck her right there. Then she guides your toe down and slips on the boot. It is tight, but fits like a glove. The zipper pulls up the inside and easy as can be you are wearing a pair of black leather boots. She holds out a hand for you and you stand up. On the four inch heels you are suddenly ever so slightly taller than her and you get the familiar feeling of looking down at a lovely woman. “They look good. You should buy them. How do they feel.”

“Awesome.” You say unable to take your eyes off of her face. Her eyes are captivating, but when she speaks you can't help but look at her sexy lips, wondering what they would taste like. “Here.” You say as you pull out the required coin, and make your purchase.

“Good, good. Now go down to the seamstress and get yourself a nice new dress, or at least a shirt. You look like a whore. Well not really, sort of like a bad impersonation of a whore, I don't think a whore would even dress like that. I mean really a belt over your breasts. Why bother.” She says picking on you, but her smile just sort of makes it feel like flirting.

“Well I was wearing clothes this morning. I was attacked by bugbears, they tried to eat me.” You say in your defense.

“Oh that is terrible.” She says, but something tells you that she doesn't believe your story.

“No really they had me tied up and everything. I used magic to get away.”

With that she puts a finger over her lips, “Hush. Most people around here don't trust magic, not really. I mean they love all the magic power that lights up their lamps and things, and all their magical devices, but a real spell caster. That gets them worked up. If you can really do magic, you should keep it to yourself.” Then she leans in real close and whispers, “But that is pretty cool if you can really do it.” Then to your surprise she gives you a tiny peck on the cheek. “Go get some clothes, finish your shopping and then if you want. How about you meet me at the Gilded Maiden Inn for a drink.”

“I think I will do that.” You say stumbling backward. Grinning ear to ear you then make your way down the street to a store with a spool of thread as a sign and head in to buy some new clothes. “I think I might have a date.” You mumble to yourself as you open the door.