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| When: | 13 December 2004 |
| Who: | Fernando, Jezebel, Sapphira |
| What: | Both Fernando and Jezebel decide to check out the unique footwear shop, Fetish Footwear, in Austin. Things become... interesting. |
Fetish Footwear
A discreet sign over the door out on the street marks this store as 'Fetish Footwear'. Damaris Sence, the owner, named the shoe store Fetish Footwear after she realized what type of customers were usually showing up for her custom made shoes. The store itself has footwear across the entire range of shoes, but it is her custom made work that truly draws people here. And the fact she's not overly expensive (yet not too cheap either), makes her store and her trade quite popular.
The store is laid out with each wall lined with a different type of shoe. One wall has formal wear and boots, another has sneakers and tennis shoes, and another has her custom design samples. Across the room from the door is the register and a desk to the right of it where Damaris works in public view. There is a small dressing room behind the register where people can try on the shoes with any outfit they want.
Sapphira is perched upon a tall stool at her work table. A number of sheets of paper are littered over the surface as well as a few pencils and pens.
The hefty thump of an entering figure can be heard as a Fernando's frame fills the doorway. Taking a toothpick out of his mouth, he narrows eyes against the spotlighting on some of the displays. "I can't believe she sent me here, woman's gonna cost me more money than nothin'..."
Sapphira glances up and towards the door at the sound of a customer. "Good evening," she greets politely and stands, moving towards the display and the uncomfortable looking male.
"Ey," comes from Fernando, as his gaze settles on the rack of heels. He doesn't really say much more, stuffing his hands in his pockets and looking thoughtful, if not a little petulant.
"Would you be interested in something for yourself?" the dark-haired woman asks as she approaches Fernando. "Or are you shopping for a friend?"
Fernando finally flicks his gaze over, rounded shoulders rising and falling as he shrugs. "It ain't for me, even if you do have cool shitkickers in here. Got anything Brazilian in here? Ankle straps, stiletto heels?"
Sapphira smiles serenely. "Shit kickers and even some that can offer free vasectomies," she replies. "Are you looking for ones that are out on the open market? If there isn't anything that tickles your fancy we could always look into custom work."
Fernando makes a face, and then blurts out, "Lady, this ain't no junta deal down in the barrio, yo. I'm jus' gettin' some shoes for my lady." He's got his brow furrowed, though, like he was trying to fathom why this store was chosen. "She just kept going on about this place."
Sapphira chuckles softly, asking, "Do you know what size shoe she wears? Narrow, wide, or standard width? Does she have high arches or is she flat-footed?" She selects a number of heeled samples according to the Brazilian style with small variations in each.
Fernando continues to be intractable, and huhs. "Let's see, last time, she got all pissed at me for makin' em too large. I don't feel like draggin' her up here." He stuffs his hands into his pockets, and rocks back on his heels. He does look like he's making an effort. Finally, he says, "Eh, don't worry if they're too small, size 5 narrows should be good."
Sapphira manages to conceal most of her reaction other than a simple blinking of her eyes. "All right. Which of these styles do you prefer, or what are you supposed to be keeping an eye out for?" the saleswoman asks without skipping a beat. "The traditional style or something with a modern twist?"
The door chime rings again as another woman walks in. Not in her usual business suit garb, Jezebel got temporary hair coloring to give her hair a dark bluish flare to it. She's got on a short black leather skirt and leather jacket; interestingly enough she has a necklace that has a chain that goes down to the belly-button piercing she has. You can imagine what type of footwear she'd be looking for.
Fernando rolls shoulders. "Something that's popular?" However, as the door opens, he squints and looks over. A leer dances across his face, and he outright says, "I'll have what she's having."
Sapphira offers the newcomer a polite smile as she's quickly 'sized up' for potential footwear interests. At Fernando's remark, a single eyebrow is raised. "Your lady may or may not thank you for changing what her new shoes are going to be."
There's a tight squint as Jezebel catches Fernando's comment and raises a hand to flip him off. She then turns ignoring the crass animal and begin perusing the shelves of knee-high stiletto boots.
Fernando grins in a remarkably cheesy manner, and laughs, gaze pointed towards Jezebel. "Well I think that's alright, I think I've found another ex-Miss Ruiz..." He smacks his lips, and tilts his chin upwards. "Especially with a classy act like that!"
He breaks out into a laugh. "That's wild. I'll get 'em, you go right on ahead and pick out which ever one you want."
Sapphira turns her attention towards the other woman, going over to meet her in the boots section. "Hello," she greets. "Do you have any particular requirements from your boots?" A true saleswoman knows what potential customers like.
Her hair down at the moment, Jezebel pushes the locks to the side slightly as she looks back at Fernando with almost an endearing smile. Her mouth whispers something, as she looks over at a pair of small shoes near Fernando. She's invoking both her Prank attunement and Hunger Corporeal upon him... making the shoes look like some type of freakish beef jerky. "I'm looking for something that goes mid-thigh, size 10."
Roll by Jezebel: (3) (2) (2)
Roll by Jezebel: (1) (1) (6)
Roll by Fernando: (6) (2) (1)
Fernando blinks some. "Are those going to cost extra because it's a larger shoe size?" He blinks, and then does a double-take as he notices a wad of exquisitely peppered, juicy, dark red material on the display next to him. "See? She likes me! How'd you know I like this stuff, you just keep it around to warm the hearts of all the paisanos that get you a good deal on your shoes, eh? Thigh highs, whoo!" He whistles, and then rams one strip into the side of his mouth, canines and premolars flashing briefly as he makes a point to show his appreciation. "She didn't even use the mace, how about THAT?!" he boasts to the shoe store owner.
"Thigh-highs are harder to fit for the general stock, so you might want to look into custom work..." Sapphira begins before trailing off in shock at Fernando *eating* her *merchandise*. "Hey, what the hell! You can't do that!" she shouts, stomping over in her own set of heels in an attempt to snatch the unharmed shoe from his grubby hands. "That's my stock, you oaf! Not a cookie you can pull out of the jar for free!"
There's something rather malignant in Jezebel's eyes, perhaps the fact she just met her dissonance condition for the day has got her feeling good. And the fact it fit her resonance was all the better. She reaches up and grabs a pair she spots that has a stiletto heel made in metal. "Perhaps you'd like to use this to whack him in the head and get him to stop."
Fernando looks utterly non-plussed. "This is a present to me from her! Get your own!" Never mind that there's what appears to be strips of hot pink patent leather sandal material sticking out from his lips. "Unless you wanna three way." He then shrugs, and casts a slightly petulant look towards Jezebel. "Help me out here..."
Sapphira gives the offending male a glare that could scorch a desert. "Since they were a 'present'," she says, turning back towards Jezebel. "*You* can pay for that pair of shoes. There's no way that they're salvagable at this point, and I'm not ruining another pair of shoes on this oaf." Jezebel also gets her own glare before Sapphira pauses for a moment, her thoughts having caught up with her. "How did you manage to eat those, anyhow?"
"Excuse me? I'm not paying for him being a complete moron." Jezebel looks over the pair of shoes she pulled down. She's sizing them up when she looks back up, "I'd love to see you try and /make/ me as well. Since I'm obviously magically responsible for him picking them up from a display and eating them. Phhbbt."
Fernando squints some, and then obtusely asks, "You have some really tasty shoes," he says to Sapphira. "I don't believe it for one minute. Are you two trying to mess with me? Why can't you just flirt the old fashioned way?" He prods one finger tip at the stiletto heels. "And I didn't pick up no shoes and stick them in my mouth!" Another moment passes, and for a long moment, he stands there, mouth slightly open as his brain suspends a few functions or two as it grinds to a conclusion, mostly based on the 'magically' and 'eating them'. "WHO DO YOU WORK FOR?!?!" He half-shrieks out, jabbing a red skinned finger towards Jezebel.
Sapphira narrows her eyes at Jezebel and stalks back towards her, murmuring something under her breath. She hears Fernando's words in the background but remains focussed on her main chore.
Roll by Sapphira: (6) (4) (5)
It appears Jezebel is quite taken by the shoes she's got in her hands. She looks up indignantly at Fernando for a moment before continuing to ignore them. That's when Sapphira's charm kicks in, there's a slight drowsy look to Jezebel's eyes suddenly as she walks over to Sapphira and puts her arm around her, "I'd love to buy these."
Fernando scowls, and verges on snapping a fist through the display case as he is ignored. "Fine, fine," he grumbles, although he seems to brighten at the sight of the one female hanging on the other. "Although that's a sight for sore eyes." He turns, and then stomps on out.
Sapphira smiles sweetly at Jezebel's change of mind. "I'm so glad to hear that," she replies before adding, "And the pink strappy sandals that your friend so thoroughly enjoyed?" Fernando's movements are tracked with her eyes and she makes a note to find out just who he is.
Roll by Jezebel: (6) (4) (2)
There's a slight twitch to Jezebel's eyes as her own very nature, of not being held to anything or anyone -- being free, pushes forward. "Oh... okay, but just for you." Jezebel is afterall a Lilim, and gives a wink at Sapphira before pulling out her corporate AmEx. "I'll need to make this quick, have to get back to failing a few law students."
Sapphira accepts the charge card and heads towards the register to ring up the bill. "Come back for another visit and we can get those boots to fit like a second skin, okay?" she responds as she works. "Out of curiousity, what was that little trick you pulled on that guy? I've never seen anything like it."
Roll by Jezebel: (1) (1) (6)
Jezebel smiles sweetly, but with the slightest hint of malignance in her eyes, "What trick? That guy was a grade A freak. He probably really thought it was food. Such a pity, a waste of flesh." The card is handed back, as she takes the bag for the shoes. "I'll be back around in the next day or so. Thanks!"
Sapphira offers a wave of her hand, easily masking her minor disappointment at the escape of her victim.
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