The entire walk through the corridors was yet another lesson in humility for Melony.  It was bad enough she could barely walk, she knew she looked like some kind of half crippled charity case, not that she had even been overly prideful or anything, but the stares.  She never knew if it was from her difficulty moving along as she leaned on Kerelith, or what conclusions they were drawing as to why, or was it because she was being marched down the busy halls wrapped in nothing but a towel.  More than once she found the better option to be burying her face in the side of the succubus than have to see the open stares of those they passed.<br/><br/>Once they were brought into the room she glanced around.  What was going to happen now?  She was thankful for the seat as Kerelith set her down and she rubbed her legs with clumsy hands.  How long would it take for her to be back to normal?  Was there a normal after this?  When she was presented with the first pair of boots, she decided no, there was not.  She had never worn anything like that.  Only modest flats.  She wasn't even sure she had see any boots quite like these.  The leather work was impressive, and she had never seen an equal quality or softness, but she looked up at Kerelith as she held up the boot so she could look at the heel.  "How do you expect me to walk in these?  I barely made it here and had to lean on you the entire time!"<br/><br/>Then seeing the other boots, lewd parodies of demonic hooves she shook her head.  No that was too much.  She wanted to hold onto anything human she could, not matter how slim that margin was.  She clutched the first pair to her bussom like a dear friend.  "These will do..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>