I'll take it
Neera kicked off her shoes. She leaned back and raised her foot in his direction, wiggling her toes at his face.
"Put it on for me," Neera ordered.
The man's nose flared, revealing hair that continued off into both nostrils.
"I know you can put them on yourself..."
"But I can't, my back hurts," Neera faked a pout, and wiggled her toes again. "I can afford it, and many others in this shop. Just put it on and let me see if it fits."
The man hesitated, and Neera could see the reluctance in his features, but he, very slowly, took Neera's foot and slid the shoe on, before doing so for the other foot.
"All done." The man grunted.
Neera looked down at the shoes on her feet. They were a good fit, and sturdy, with sharp heels that could be creative enough to use as a weapon if necessary.
"I'll take it," she said.