Look under the bench.

"But it can't hurt, can it? I mean, unless there's a land mine in that shelf."

Beth started to examine the bench she was standing on. Five polished wooden planks were bolted to the bright red metal carcass that was divided into two sections, each blocked off by a simple wooden door with two small hinges and a circular knob. The girl even got down to the cold tiles to be immediately aware of the contents as she turned one of the knobs.

The door clicked open and revealed a pair of red ankle high boots mad of glossy leather. They had pointy toes angled 10 whole degrees away from the level, and a 6 inch stiletto heel with a golden tip. In addition, there were also several keys lying around, and Beth hurried to collect everything and bring it onto the bench for further analysis.

The ankle strap of the boots was the single most peculiar element. It was golden and sported a massive clasp to go into an even more massive clasp box. A closer inspection of the latter revealed that there was a very slight unevenness in the middle. It was well hidden, but Beth figured it as keyhole-shaped.

"Aha! The keyhole's gonna reveal itself once they're closed. They look my size, but I'm not gonna fall right into the trap, eh? There is no way to check if any of these keys fit this pair."

"They are outrageous, they are slutty... and they are of very high quality. I bet they will protect us well from the cold tiles."

Beth immediately stopped inspecting the keys and raised her hand in genuine confusion.

"Excuse me? You're not just gonna act like there's nothing wrong about a second voice in my head, are you?"

"Try them, and that might just make me more inclined for a fruitful conversation."

"Nonono, I don't remember asking for a bird singing under my roof. You know what? I'm not a big swear enjoyer, so here's a GET LOST, MA'AM!" — Beth stood up and threw the boots towards the closest wall and well out of reach. After removing a curl of hair that got in her face, she looked back towards the keys.

"So you guys are the **** of good in here, eh? Except for you, of course, you have an 'Impostor' written on your forehead." — Beth threw the item labeled "Keyhole Sealer" off and grabbed the rest of the keys, which looked pretty normal. — "I'd like a shopping bag. Let's hope we can find at least one in this giant mall."

"I'll keep my attention on this human being. Perhaps she's truly different from the rest."