If the Shoe Fits

"What is that paper in your shoe?" he asks again, a bit more crossly this time, as I struggle back into the shoes.

"I..um..well, my left foot is a little smaller than my right, so sometimes I'll put a little paper in my shoe to help balance myself." I explain lamely, thinking it's a rather poor excuse, especially given my nervous delivery of it.

"Oh, I..see." he replies, looking at me askance. I don't know if he believes me or not. In my haste, I haven't yet replaced the top of my outfit, and feel frightened and vulnerable before him. I cross my arms and step back over to retrieve my top.

"Well, I suppose you should finish getting dressed and rejoin the party. Unless you'd prefer to carry on like that?" he says with a crooked grin.

"No, sir." I say weakly, then finish getting dressed. Gustav continues to eye me suspicously, glancing often at my shoe, his eyes also darting around the room looking for anything out of place. I shudder a little as I walk past him, and wonder if he notices. I return to the main party room to take my place behind the bar.

1. Despite my concerns, nothing else eventful happens during the party. A few hours later, the party ends and I am able to change and leave, evidence in hand.
2. Gustav does not follow. He's no doubt searching his desk to see if anything's missing. He's obviously suspicious, and I fear it's only a matter of time before he finds out what I've done. Maybe I can make an escape while he's busy in the study?
3. An hour or so later, when serving at Gustav's table, two of his men grab hold of me. Gustav approaches and pulls off my shoe, revealing the folded up paper. He picks up the paper and examines it. "Well, well, this is most unexpected. Who are you really?"

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