Suddenly, she snapped her fingers and a man appeared. His clothes were expensive, his shoes handmade. Though, the thing, I noticed most about him was the metal collar around his neck. His face turned pink as he dropped to his knees. Then, she sat on his back, using him like a stool, as she tried on two pairs of shoes, brought to her by one of my male colleagues, who looked as bemused as I felt.
She decided, she wanted both. He payed cash. Then, they left, her striding like a model along a catwalk and him crawling behind her on a leash like a obedient dog.