Prudence has a thing about shoes. Not that that's terribly uncommon.
She's been hankering for a pair of purple boots for some years now, and the perfect pair has not presented itself. Until now.
The pair in question is purple suede and patent and breathtakingly elegant. They're expensive without being outrageous.
In short, they're perfect.
Except they're part of a collection by...
And Prudence just can't bring herself to give the little skank any credibility by buying them.