She locks the heels.

"I guess I have to lock them on" — Jen said {If Hobble dress = true}indifferently. She used her right hand to lean on the wall for balance while crouching down slowly with intention to reach her ankles. The tight latex was creaking and applying immense pressure to the girl's hips as the fingers on her left hand ran down to reach the massive steel-reinforced ankle strap. Its tongue slid into the clasp box very easily and clicked softly. When the second one was also settled in place, however, both of them snapped loudly.

That scared Jen, and she instinctively tried to pull the strap apart. The square clasp box made it impossible without a key to apply to a freshly-appeared keyhole, and there was no sign of it being nearby... or even existing.

"These heels already hurt so much! I'm not sure if it was worth it..."

"Trust me, your outfit was incomplete without them attached to you."

Jen stood up. The locked shoe strap did provide a bit of additional ankle support, but it was not what she was trying to aciveve with the act. Her right hand let go of the cold wall and turned the door knob.

'Clack' — and the door opened.{else}apprehensively.

"I guess I don't have a choice. Perhaps that's what lets me go forward." — the girl said while crouching unsteadily. Her cool palms ran down her cooler legs before meeting the ankle straps on her boots. She took both of the clasp tongues and pushed them into the clasp boxes. They snapped loudly, locking the warm stiletto booties to her feet with no foreseeable escape. Jen sighed.

"Let's hope that's enough." — she said before turning the door knob.

No difference. It was clearly not enough.

"Fuck!" — she stomped on the tile, shattering it in pieces with the heavy stiletto. "Uh... sorry!"{endif}