So this is a continuation, I suppose, of this prompt, if anyone is interested in the origin of the red shoes concept.
She was doing it on purpose.
She had to be. She had to know that every time she shifted in her seat he caught sight of those bloody shoes, and his mind catapulted him straight back to his birthday and the sight of her in skimpy red underwear as she lay draped across his bed. He’d said as much at the time.
He’d wondered why she’d sat down on the other side of the room, leaving no room directly next to her. He was pretty confident that she’d done it so he’d have to sit far enough away that he could see and notice all the nuances of her movements. That was practically bloody Slytherin.
After 17 season’s of Pretty Little Liars, A is revealed and captured. The girls hug each other in a safe embrace, but are interrupted by the faint noise of a text. They read it aloud and stare into the distance, “It’s my turn, bitches -B”.