The woman didn't seem to be teasing her or anything of the sort; she seemed to be willing to help her. Louisa thought it was funny that it should matter what type of shoes one wore just to enter a bar.
No time to let pride stand in the way now, she would have to borrow the woman's shoes.
The remaining problem now is how to know the vampire they've come to search for.
"Alright, let's call it a deal. As it turns out, I have never been interested in younger men. I prefer the same old ones," she lied.
The woman nodded and produced a pair of shiny black stilettos from her Louis Vuitton bag. Refraining from asking her why she moved around with an extra pair of shoes, Louisa took the shoes and inspected them. They must be so expensive.
"Come on, put then on."
She was about to do so when Ja
