Dox coudln't help but blush as he gave her compliment after compliment, in that husky purr that gave her goosebumps all over her arms. He had a way of making her blood flow faster, whenever he was around. Dox looked back once as the man slid his credit card and then headed for the bike. How was she suppose to ride that with a dress on? Dox sat on it, both legs on one side, and wrapped her arms around the man once more (after putting her helmet on, of course). After arriving at a very expensive looking buildings, Dox walked reluctantly inside, her eyes darting back and forth at all the different brands, and lines of shoes. One in particular caught her eyes, however. "Leon Verres..." She had always loved the way the designer had made the shoes look beautiful, yet still very comfortable. With a look at Mizo, asking if she could go try some on, the girl sat down, and several attendents brought shoe after shoe to Dox. "They're all beautiful." They had brought a variety of sandles, flats, heels, and even the occassional tennis shoe: and Dox had a hard time trying to decide which ones to pick and which ones to leave. "There are so many..." The woman bit down upon her bottom lip gently as she looked at the lines of shoes that fit her feet perfectly. "And there's no way I could ever possibly hope to wear them all..."