CC - High heels and street dirt

Description: Claudia entered the room silently, a cold smile on her lips. she didn't even deign to look at the face emerging from the floor; she knew it was ready.on the rack, only one pair awaited her today: her favorite pumps, bright red, with twelve-centimeter heels, beige soles now hidden beneath a thick layer of grime: sticky asphalt, gray dust, traces of black rubber. then, without a word, she placed the entire sole against her wide-open mouth. she rubbed back and forth, slowly at first, then faster and faster, the grime peeling away from the already reddened skin.a muffled cry vibrated under the pressure, but she ignored it, pressing harder. she placed both feet on her face, pressed down with all her weight, and pivoted slowly, as if to drive the pain into her flesh one last time. finally, she wiped her feet on her face as one wipes one's feet on a doormat.