There's No Place Like Home

Saturday night. Friend's condo. Dinner party.

"What's with your shoes? Are those whore shoes?"
"Well, kinda. But they're not my whoriest shoes."
"What could be whorier than what you have on?"
"These shoes in red patent leather with open toes."
"Really?"
"Yeah. When I click the heels together three times? I end up in somebody's bed."