Ciera scanned the shelves full of different feet, each with their own unique features, colors, and sizes. One in particular caught her eye. They were nearly flawless, with a warm beige skin tone that closely matched her own. The free heels it would come with was less than favorable, but nothing that effected the draw towards the detached feet.

She looked down at her own. Then back up to the pair on display. Her current pair would only offer a twenty-five percent discount, and that was generous given the worn and beaten state of them.

Cierra bit her finger. She called out to a nearby employee, "Ma'am, may I try these on?" with a solid certainty they weren't coming back off.