"I was thinking that I could use a new pair of shoes, and you are easily the most comfortable and stylish shoes I've ever had." Roly-Poly said. "Would you consider staying my shoes?"
"Forever?" she said.
"Well, yeah. I always need shoes." he chuckled as he stood up, putting his full weight onto the girl, who giggled in delight at the sensation.
"I don't know if I can commit to that, I mean, I am a human girl, with a life." She said, her voice wavering from the pleasure.
"To me you look like a pretty comfy, content pair of sneakers, no girl to speak of." he noted. He strolled around the room, making sure to give her the best massage she'd ever had, wiggling toes as he walked.
"Jesus...christ." she smuttered. "That's a serious choice."
"I know, but I wouldn't ask if I didn't think you were perfect for my feet!" he said. "I gotta say, when I handed you that shoelace, I knew. Deep down, I knew you would be perfect."
"Perfect." she said. "Wow, I mean, I have never been perfect at anything in my life." she added.
"Until now. You are a shoe-in." he said with a chuckle at his joke.
"Ha. Ha. But, this is a lot to consider."
"You consider it. I am going to walk to the bar and get a drink, and while I do, you can ponder."
The clown walked out of the room and towards the main bar, making sure to be deliberate with every step, to help her make her choice. In a while, he returned to his table in the side room, and sat down, looking down at his feet.
"So?" he asked. "You make a choice?"
The shoes formerly known as Jenny spoke