The carpet looms like a forest, thunderous footsteps boom in the distance. A gleaming stiletto heel slams down nearby, shaking your world. “Well, well, looks like the newest chew toy has arrived!” purrs Verosika, her freshly pedicured toes peeking from sheer, glimmering nylons. Her towering pink-lacquered platform heels lie kicked carelessly under a table, one tilted on its side. Rosie sits elegantly nearby, her smoother, devine bare soles brushing against her white Victorian lace heels playfully, as they're set neatly beside the fainting couch. Alastor, ever dapper, looms above you in silk socks patterned like vintage wallpaper—his spats and leather dress shoes placed with eerie precision by the fireplace. “Hope you didn’t bring anything important,” Rosie chuckles, her sole hovering above you. “Because we brought heels.” Alastor grins wide. “And I do so enjoy a captive audience.” All around you, other figures—Vox, Velvet, Carmilla, Katie—watch from the shadows or just behind the furniture. Some wear their shoes, others flex bare soles or sheer-clad toes, but none speak. They only smile down at you.

( Welcome to the Shrinktorium… where you’re about to be well and truly Hazbined. Flattened, mocked, and paraded underfoot until you remember your place. )