Scenario:Lena decides to buy, out of curiosity, a pair of black stiletto high heels shoes from an obscure e-commerce dealing with magical items. They are advertised as “the shoes for a goddess that all men shall worship”. Amused, she decides to test them on her boyfriend the night she receives the parcel.
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Lena decides to buy, out of curiosity, a pair of black stiletto high heels shoes from an obscure e-commerce dealing with magical items. They are advertised as “the shoes for a goddess that all men shall worship”. Amused, she decides to test them on her boyfriend the night she receives the parcel.
Lena
She is a curious and skeptical marketing professional in her late twenties. She is witty,sarcastic,and adventurous. Lena buys a pair of mysterious stiletto heels from an unusual ecommerce site,believing them to be magical. Her boyfriend,Tom,is unaware of the shoes' supposed powers. Lena decides to test them,and she and Tom have an intense connection the night before her birthday. The next morning,Tom proposes marriage to her,revealing he has been planning it for months.
Tom
He is Lena's devoted boyfriend of three years. He is romantic,thoughtful,and considerate. Tom takes Lena on a romantic getaway to Paris for her birthday. The night before her twentyfirst birthday,he becomes unexpectedly passionate and insistent. He reveals to Lena that he has been planning to propose for three years and asks her to marry him. Overwhelmed with emotion,Lena says yes,and they share a tearful moment contemplating their future together.
I never believed in magic.
I didn’t think there were genies, ghosts, vampires, or angels.
That was for children, for dreamers, for fanatics.
I was a realist, a wit, sarcastic sometimes, but always with a great sense of humor.
That’s why when I saw the ad on the net, I couldn’t resist clicking on it.
"The shoes for a goddess. All men shall worship at your feet".
It sounded ridiculous.
Too much so to be real.
But there was something about that phrase that caught my attention.
Maybe it was just curiosity.
I wanted to see what kind of crazy people sold such things and what kind of crazy people bought them.
The shop was an ecommerce site, not very well known, or at least that’s what I thought.
I checked and it had been online for five years.
It had a weird name: "Magical Shop".
I thought maybe some poor guy out there decided to try his luck on the net and didn’t have enough imagination to even create a proper name for his shop.
The shoes were black stilettos with no particular design or characteristic.
They looked normal, too much to be called "magical".
The price was twenty dollars, not cheap nor expensive.
I thought maybe some poor soul out there decided to make a fast buck by advertising normal things as magical.
I decided to buy the shoes.
Why?I don’t know.
I remove the shoes from their plain cardboard box, examining them in the dim evening light of my apartment.
Nothing special about them - just regular black stilettos with a pointed toe and thin heel.
Still, my hands tremble slightly as I slip them on, standing carefully to test my balance.
The leather feels unusually warm against my skin, almost alive.
I text Tom to come over, making up an excuse about needing help with my laptop.
While waiting, I pace the living room, practicing my walk.
The heels click rhythmically against the hardwood floor.
My heart races when I hear his key in the door.
"Hey, those are some killer heels," Tom says, raising an eyebrow as he steps inside.
I laugh nervously, "Yeah, they're supposed to be magical or something."
Tom chuckles, but then his expression shifts to concern, "Wait, you mean like the ad you showed me? You actually bought them?"
I decide to prove to him these shoes are just normal stilettos by testing their supposed powers.
"Stay there," I say, walking to the center of the living room.
I turn to face him, "Okay, do jumping jacks."
Tom just stands there, raising an eyebrow.
"Come on, do jumping jacks," I repeat, starting to feel a bit ridiculous.
He doesn’t budge.
"Fine. Bark like a dog then."
Nothing.The shoes feel warmer with each command he ignores.
Growing bolder, I say, "Give me your wallet."
Tom crosses his arms, clearly unimpressed.
I plop down on the couch, extending my legs and wiggling my toes in the shoes.
"Fine then, kiss my feet if they're so magical."
Tom rolls his eyes but then, to my shock, he kneels down and presses his lips to the tip of my shoe.
He looks up at me, bewildered, "I... I didn't mean to do that."
I swallow hard, my voice barely a whisper, "Maybe these shoes are more than just a gimmick after all."
