<div style="text-align: justify;">Magdalene's eyes went wide when Liane said she would leave her alone with Kristoff. She seemed pretty scared at the prospect of being left there to fend for herself. The poor girl had no idea of the horrors that awaited. For now, she was pretty lucky to have only this to worry about. Had Magdalene imagined what kind of thing went down in Anthony's club, and she would be looking for the first bus back home.<br/><br/>As it was, the girl was only worried about making good choices and cause a good impression. Trying to put her mind at ease, Magdalene took a deep breath and turned her attention to the present moment. She would do her shopping, and hope that she made good choices and pleased Anthony. With Liane's help, and Gerome at her side to give her a sense of security, Magdalene was sure that everything would be all right.<br/><br/>With a soft sigh, the girl followed Kristof and sat down on the bench he indicated to her. While the man went into the back room, Magdalene gazed around, looking at the available models. She planned on getting one or two pairs of each kind of shoe for starters, as she didn't want to spend too much - neither did she want to burden herself with making too many choices in one day. The clothes would - she could imagine - be another moment of stress for her, after all, with Liane helping her make choices and probably someone from the stores as well.<br/><br/>When Kristof returned and told her to take off her shoes, Magdalene did so, obediently. She placed her flats neatly at her side and allowed Kristof to take a look at her feet. The girl couldn't help but smile at Kristof's words about choices on shoe kind. Gazing up at the man, the girl nodded.<br/><br/><span style="color: #8000FF">"I will trust you to instruct me, as I confess I am completely lost"</span>. Watching while Kristof looked at her with that serious expression, the girl dared to ask a question, almost shyly. <span style="color: #8000FF">"Have you known Liane for a long time?"</span>, she inquired, peeking curiously at the boxes of shoes, or using it as a pretext to avert her gaze - it was hard to tell.<br/><br/>What she actually wanted to know was if he knew Anthony, and if he knew anything about the man. But she felt, for some reason, that questions on Anthony would not be welcomed, or answered, and that her only way to know more abou the man was to go into the spider's web herself.</div>