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| When: | 3 January 2005 |
| Who: | Genevieve, Pan, Sapphira |
| What: | Genevieve decides to investigate the local specialty footwear shop, and Pan also drops in to explore as well, bringing her curiousity to Fetish Footwear. |
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.
A moon-like face fills one of the shop windows, eyes wide for a long moment, squinting some at the faint lights. Genevieve ducks her gaze down, and thens scrutinizes the hours posted outside. Satisfied, she finally paces in, her presence announced by the jangle of bells.
Damaris Sence is doing some minor tidying up of her shop after the day's business. It appears to be mostly straightening of the shoes and displaying each model to its utmost beauty.
Hehe. Tidy. As soon as Genevieve ambles on in, Pan's own face sqooshes up against the shop window with eyes wide. Shoes! Pan appears to have been making up for lost messiness by doing some dumpster diving. There are some white sugar and jelly around her lips (ask not where she found the donuts) and a banana peal on her head which she doesn't seem to notice, and there's plenty of mud and goop on her arms. She sqooshes her face up more against the window, and then looks at the entrance. Hmmm...
Genevieve hasn't quite noticed Pigpen just quite yet. Such as it is, she weaves through the various finely crafted items, finally settling over the larger women's shoes. Larger in this case seems be in the vertical dimension. She coos quietly to herself, gaze rapt upon a pair of thigh high boots with toes and ankles accented in an airbrushed blue and orange patent leather flame motif.
Damaris turns at the sound of the door's bells and towards Genevieve. "Good evening," she says as she moves across the floor to the boots display. "Find a pair that appeal to you?" The last question is asked with a smile playing on her lips. She hasn't noticed the little monkey peeking in the store windows either.
Pan rubs her hands together and murmurs, "Ee. Ee. Ee," quietly so that only she can hear. Rest assured, there will be plenty of chances to hear it later. She slinks over to the doorway, looks down, looks up, and then slides on through with another, "Ee. Ee. Ee," she looks up and around, the calm before the storm perhaps, but the smell might be enough Early Warning.
Genevieve thinks for a moment. "I think I need to take a look at the price range first, although..." SHe hums to herself as she produces a blue, gold, and white credit card, squinting some at the rather husky, masculine face in the photo ID on the corner, "A friend might be convinced to get me a.... really early Christmas present. Yeah." She then puckers lips slightly, and asks out loud, "Can the flame details be dyed to something like... teal and purple? In a gradient?"
The proprietess picks up the boot and turns it over to look at its sole. "If you don't mind a slightly different model, I can do a customized dye detailing for you. The colours shouldn't be a problem as they're both offshoots of blue with varying secondary hues," Damaris replies, an eyebrow arching faintly. "Really early present would be quite true. Why not say a birthday present, or perhaps an anniversary gift?"
Pan watches the shoes. She gives Genevieve a look briefly before turning her gaze to Damaris ... and then she slinks as sneakily as someone half-covered in garbage can be towards some of the 'display' shoes. Sneaky Sneak Sneak! She is, of course, heading for the fanciest looking ones.
It's quite possible that Genevieve's face turns ten shades of red and purple as the word 'anniversary' oozes from Sapphira's lips. "I... I... uh, I don't think he likes me like... I..." She drops her gaze and remains silent for a long moment, before a motion out the corner of her eye catches her attention. She diverts. "I think someone else needs your help!" she yelps out.
Damaris' lips make a faint moue as she politely refrains from laughing or even breaking out into a rather large grin. "A celebration then, if that gentleman is the recipient," she comments after catching a quick glimpse at the card's ID photo. "I'll let you work it out for a few minutes." With a nod, the shop owner makes her way towards Pan and her sneaky motions. "Hello, young lady."
Pan yelps, she's been ratted out! "Eee!!!" Pan squeels before lunging for one pair of shoes that most certainly don't fit her. She gives them a hug. "Hello! Hello!", the banana peel on her head slips off and lands in the shoe. "I'm okay!" She assures Damaris.
"They wouldn't be for him..." she pouts out. "Not like he'd get his feet in any of these ANYWAY." She wriggles her toes within her worn workboots, "Gotta be in my size, too." She then wrinkles her nose at the sole of the shoe as she scoops it up and peers at the price. "Wow.... gotta be custom, that's good. My feet aren't shaped quite right," she pouts slightly. She then turns to regard Pan and the store owner, the ostentatious, large boot (but only large in the vertical scale, dearies) clutched in her hands.
Damaris inhales slightly as the girl's natural... adornment drops onto her display items. "Young lady, while I heartily approve of your enjoyment of my shoes, the next time you visit please remove any extra food items, hmm? Dirty products aren't very appealing to a customer."
Genevieve gapes, and then abashed, creeps out, still a healthy, ruddy shade.
"Woops!" Pan proclaims, "Sorry! It just slipped!", she pries the banana peel away from the shoeand flings it over her shoulder, "I forgot why I saved it anyway..." Pan looks to the other lady. But that other lady is fast... particularly when blushing.
The corner of Damaris' left eye twitches as the fruit peel gets tossed to her spotless floor. "Young lady, you are very quickly going through my patience. Pick up the peel and put it in the trash -- not the floor in another spot -- before resuming your visit in my shop. There are some things that will simply not be tolerated."
Pan positively -freezes-, holding her position for a few moments before she stands up, turns around, and looks at Damaris. She tilts her head one way, and then the other way, and then she smiles and says, "Sure thing. Really sorry, but it all looked so -neat- so I lost control, y'know?", she slinks over to the banana peel, picks it up, and glances around for a trashbin, if one is inside the building anyway.
"Thank you," Damaris says as she moves back to put the boots Genevieve was admiring back on their display shelf. "Was there anything I could help you with?"
Pan drops the peel in the trash and looks over back to Damaris, "I was just looking, because it seemed so cool. Is this your store then, ma'am?", she glances around a bit more before stuffing her hands in her pockets. She pulls out a piece of garbage and dumps that in the trash too. While it's there. "...Why was I saving that..?" Pan frowns at herself.
Damaris takes a seat at her desk and nudges a stray paper back into line. "It is," she replies simply.
Pan says, "I passed by here a few times, but the name made it sound like some weird freakshop...But it really looks normal inside, I mean, compared to what I thought anyway,", she walks around some more, and looks under some more shoes, "I really wouldn't know how to wear these things anyway. Is there a guide somewhere?"
The dark-haired lady chuckles softly. "You start with regular shoes and work your way up to wearing the taller heeled ones," Damaris answers. "If you do it gradually your body will become accustomed to the differences in height and innate balance. Going from wearing sneakers to three inch heels is nearly a guarantee of pain by the end of the night and into the next day."
Pan says, "I saw this movie, where this person choked someone to death with their 3-inch heel shoes. that was pretty awesome, though I guess you don't need to be -wearing- it or anything," she laughs a little at the thought, "But if you go to three inch to sneakers, do you get foot pains too? Or is it just one way?", she looks back over to Damaris.
"If it's sudden and you've been wearing three inch heels for a long time, there will be some pain more than likely," Damaris says with a slight tilt of her head. "The tendons will shrink since they aren't regularly stretched by being flat-footed, so the change back down to normal height would force them to stretch in comparison to their regular shortened length."
Pan nods, and sighs, "I guess I'll just have to wear them... on my hands!", she gives a few punches in the air, "Hoo! Hah! The terrorists die before HeelHands!", she nearly slips, but catches herself, and cackles loudly, and then softly before murmuring, "Sounds pretty tricky... Will have to tell The Tyrant."
Damaris sighs softly under her breath at the young girl's antics. "You might want to consider contacting the local Cirque du Soleil troupe to see if they have an apprentice position available," she suggests as she gets back to her feet and makes her way to the door. "Unfortunately I'm going to have to shoo you back out for the evening. It's past closing time and I have some errands to complete before the end of the night."
Pan says, "Running away and joining the circus? Sounds fun, but it would be so..expected. At least it's a good circus though, the music's actually pretty neat too...oh! Right. Sorry, catch y'later, nice place!", she then darts for the door, as if she was suddenly late for something. Even if it's her own fault for sticking around so long!
"Thank you," Damaris says as she locks the door behind the young girl. "Come again sometime, but without the peel decorations."
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