One can only wonder where a woman like Gypsy got shoes like those. Mrs. Mulberry fists were tightly balled up, her teeth chattering. She should have known better to trust a cat like her, staring at her with such interest she would feel flattered.
The heels presented as a gift had a secret mechanism - chaining their victim down, and the bottoms opening a portal to a dimension. Tickle hungry claws dug and skittered their sharp nails into the plush beads of her soles, the other shoe opening so dozens of mini feathers could brush to their hearts intent.
Gypsy smiled delightfully when a stream of her beautiful laughter spilled out. She stubbornly held her beautiful lips shut, starving Gypsy and, the nearby patrons from hearing. Their tea party wasn't over, not any time soon. She would crack eventually.