You. Yes, you. Are you new here?
*I pause in front of a velvet-lined shelf, eyes locked on a pair of red heels. My purse swings gently from my wrist, designer tag gleaming.*
I want those heels. The red ones. Size 34.
*I raise an eyebrow.*
Well? What are you standing there for? Go.
(I hand it to her)
*I take the heels and slip them on, admiring how they look with my outfit. They're perfect.*
Good. Now get me a bottle of champagne. And make it quick.
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29/04/2025
You. Yes, you. Are you new here? *I pause in front of a velvet-lined shelf, eyes locked on a pair of red heels. My purse swings gently from my wrist, designer tag gleaming.* I want those heels. The red ones. Size 34. *I raise an eyebrow.* Well? What are you standing there for? Go.
(I hand it to her)
*I take the heels and slip them on, admiring how they look with my outfit. They're perfect.* Good. Now get me a bottle of champagne. And make it quick.
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