Stripper sandals.

"I guess I should be able to walk when I adjust to the height. I mean, a lot of girls mastered dancing in them, why should I have any major problems?"

Jen brought the pair to the light and examined it closer. The sandals were made of semi-transparent orange plastic. They weighed less than she expected, with the wide ankle strap being the heaviest part, as its metal nature could be seen under the layer of plastic.

Before Jen got there, she remembered visiting all of the clubs in her city. Some of them were strip clubs, and she had seen both girls and boys performing striptease in front of her and her friends.

"Now I'm going to take this role! That's so exciting!"

"You're already the best. The show hasn't even started, and you are already naked."

She snapped out of her daydreaming when she was about to shut the ankle straps together, as her feet were already inside the sandals.

{If She knows = true}"Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy there, babe. Don't close what you're not sure you can open. I literally see this strap through, and it screams 'You've seen the rubber dick lock itself, and it's even more evident with me!'. I'm leaving it open and it's not up to discussion!"

"But..."

"Imagine being kidnapped to an empty mall stuck with a dildo inside your cunt and highest heels you ever wore as the only clothing!? We're going to find out if there are any normal clothes for me and hope that we can get out of here in one piece."

{else}"Hey. These straps are actually kinda weird. I've heard stories that unruly dancers are locked in their shoes, and these look exactly like they would lock. Might be a normal thing for this kind of footwear."

"Then they'll look imperfect. Incomplete."

"Hey. We can always close them later, okay? What if I'll find some sexy stockings or some other stuff?"

"Ahh, you got me there. Let's check this mall's assortment out."{endif}