Jonas sat cross-legged on the rug, his eyes drifting toward the collection of dance shoes. He glanced at Lena, his girlfriend, renowned for her grace and strength as a professional dancer. Unable to contain his curiosity, "Hey, Lena, could I try something weird? I want to put my finger under the heel of your dance shoes, just to see how it feels," he asked, his voice a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
"Did you have a particular pair in mind?" Lena asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Jonas nodded eagerly. "The red ones with the thin heels. They look… dangerous," he replied, grinning. Lena raised an eyebrow, giving an amused but stern warning. "If you don’t say stop, that heel will flatten your finger," she stated dryly, slipping her feet into the striking shoes.
Jonas hesitated only for a moment before sliding his finger beneath the slim, crimson heel. "Okay, go ahead. Just… stand on it a bit," he said, trying to mask his nerves with a casual tone. Lena began to apply pressure, her balance unwavering as she shifted her weight slowly onto the heel. The sensation was more intense than Jonas had anticipated, the heel sinking into his finger with alarming ease.
Caught up in the moment, Jonas forgot to say stop. Lena, true to her word, let her entire weight rest on the heel. Jonas stared in amazement as the thin heel seemed to press deeper and deeper, meeting almost no resistance until it touched the floor. "Why didn’t you say anything?" Lena asked, peering down, both feet now flat and steady, unfazed by the feat.
Lena noticed no difference in height between her left and right foot and smirked playfully. "Want to see what else these heels can do?" she teased, shifting her weight and twisting the heel gently left and right atop his finger. Lena then asked Jonas to lift his finger, and he watched, dumbstruck, as the heel seemed to have passed cleanly through, the shiny tip visible both above and below. His mind whirled, unable to process the impossible.
Lena carefully bandaged Jonas’s finger, her hands gentle and precise. Jonas stared at his hand in stunned silence, still unable to believe what he’d just witnessed. Lena finished wrapping his finger and looked up, her expression softening. "No more experiments with my heels, okay?" she chided, though her eyes sparkled with affection and a hint of lingering mischief.
