You did find a pair of gorgeous shoes, that Dejah Thoris, princess of the Martian country of Helium. once did wear in her best days.
Dejah Thoris has slender, girlish figure. Her face is oval and beautiful in the extreme, her every feature is finely chiseled and exquisite, her eyes large and lustrous and her head surmounted by a mass of coal black, waving hair, caught loosely into a strange yet becoming coiffure. Her skin is of a light reddish copper color, against which the crimson glow of her cheeks and the ruby of her beautifully molded lips shone with a strangely enhancing effect. She is in her peak, best form ever, proud, smart, independent, with good manners and well education. Real lady from another part of planet. She is tall compare to you, almost tower of female beauty, power and superiority, unstoppable, clever, proud. She never will submit to you. She looks on you as on some mortal insect and bug beneath her feet. You can be just her plaything, servant and slave. You never will be equal to her. She is out of your league. Using technologies and turning time back, you can make this tall girl with coal black, waving hair, caught loosely into a strange yet becoming coiffure, suddenly stands here, in her shoes right before your eyes, before she will realize, what is going on.