[Aurore is sitting on a chair with her legs primly crossed and her hair perfectly in place; she’s wearing
A pretty dress and fabulous shoes and seems more amused than anything else.]
[…It must be the shoes.]
A astral plane, a meeting place between several universes that is, if I’ve read correctly, “pretty fucking metal.” [She smirks] I must admit, I would’ve perhaps used slightly more… Flowery language; but I suppose the sentiment is entirely accurate.
[A quick glance around, a faint purse of her lips] …Very accurate.
I understand that I can get home, if I so wish, and I understand that the twins in the shop had something to do with my arrival here. I also understand that I may be treated like a rat, fit to scuttle around a cage and do little else.
I have read of bars, kitchens and even Coliseums. I am now apparently a “Jackoff in space,” which is quite a amusing situation to be in. But I do, however, have one more question to venture…
[And she straightens, and smirks.]
Where is the shoe shop?