You browse around, as if you need another reminder. You look around and noticed well worn socks with different labels. Cowboy. Cop. Construction Worker. Surfer. And very specific labels too, such as one in particular which caught your very eye; Office Worker Dress Shoes - Well work and heavily scented, fit for the right foot fetishist. As you continue to browse the counters, you also notice some boots, shoes, sandals and even socks were missing from other labels. By now you also noticed that a couple of the other shop browsers, had bought some shoes, stepping out happily and it was then you decided to go to the counter.
By this point, Mike seems to be somewhat impatient with you, explaining all about the feet store and what it is about. However you notice him flexing his feet more often, as he smirks at you.
"You can try some of the socks. But you'll most likely turn into socks and get worn. Or if you want, you can come in the back with me and have a little fun," Mike says, smirking at you. "But hey, maybe you'll end up as one of my socks?" You want to say that he's joking but something about his chuckle afterwards, tells you otherwise.