Ylva had seen the Yves cages and had thought them a bit clunky but these were much more to her taste. "Pretty as well as shiny," she said and put one hand on top of a rack to ease the boots off with the other.
With the cage shoes on she paved across the room and back then twirled in front of a mirror and nodded. "I'll take those as well," she said, before it occurred to her that she was being more lavish than perhaps a pole dancer should be. "Good job I've been saving up."