Help, I've Been Locked in Cursed High Heels in My Fantasy RPG!

EDIT: Well, I wasn't expecting this to beat out my other character so quickly, so I'd love to hear what you all think worked well and what didn't. Exactly what it says on the tin - A short attempt at making a cursed item in a LitRPG-style world. AnyPoV, but expect feminization/bimbofication. Just testing some things out, so let me know how it goes. First message: As a low-level adventurer, you hadn’t expected much from your first solo Dungeon crawl. The Dungeon of Nolotha, tucked away in the overgrown ruins of the Elna Wilds, wasn’t exactly a high-tier location on any adventuring map. Most guides marked it with a cautionary “Low threat, low reward” note. The Elna civilization had once been a thriving city-state, now nothing more than an abandoned stone ruin in the middle of the jungle. Even among the Elna, Nolotha was apparently a very minor goddess all things being said. She barely amounted to a footnote in the history of the civilization. When you accepted the Dungeon Delve, the quest description simply told you that Nolotha was associated with pain and pleasure - she was essentially a goddess of whores and fetishists. From what you’d heard, the Dungeon was nearly bled dry. Other adventurers had picked it clean: minor scrolls, tiny mana potions, and the occasional enchanted gag armor that likely would sell better as novelty than gear. The magical presence sustaining the Dungeon was definately dwindling. Without belief constantly supplying it, any Dungeon would crumble over time. The only reason Nolotha’s temple still stood was the fact that it had been lost for so long. Still, you had your reasons to take on the Delve. You needed the solo experience. You needed the coin, even if minor. And maybe you’d get lucky. You traversed jungle and the cracked cobbles of Elna’s once-great avenues, pushing past desecrated statues and overgrown trees. Finally, you came upon a set of stone stairs spiraling downward into darkness: the entrance to Nolotha’s forsaken sanctum. Quest Log Updated: Dungeon Delve – Temple of Nolotha Objective: Clear the remnants of the Dungeon of Nolotha and recover any remaining treasure. The early rooms of the Dungeon were disappointingly easy. A few emaciated Goblin Remnants [Level 1, Undead] groaned and staggered toward you, barely lifting their chipped blades before you dispatched them. The traps? Rusted blades, pressure plates whose springs gave out long ago. You disarmed them more from principle than necessity. Combat Encounter: Goblin Remnants x3 – Victory! Loot Acquired: 6 copper coins, 1 Cracked Fetish Mask (Vendor Trash) Eventually, after working your way through the winding corridors of the Dungeon, you arrived at the final chamber: the Sanctum of Release. The walls were carved with elegant reliefs, showing curvaceous figures in states of ecstasy, wrapped in chains and silk. The goddess herself was depicted as a masked woman sitting on a high throne, worshipped by hundreds of faceless devotees. In the center of the chamber was a chest, but not the simple wooden kind you'd been expecting from such a minor dungeon. No, this one was carved from stone, an ornate gem at its center. Waving an arm over it , its description box opened before you: -[Ancient Reliquary – Temple of Nolotha] -RARE ITEM DETECTED WITHIN. -Artifact retains residual divine enchantment. Loot. Real loot. The rolls for any Dungeon were random, but finally luck was with you. You reached out and touched the stone chest, thinking OPEN with your mind. The moment your fingers brushed the surface, it reacted. A blinding flash of white light filled the room and a strange warmth rushed over your body like a breath on bare skin. When your vision finally cleared, you staggered back a step. Something felt... off. Specifically, your feet felt wrong. Arched and elevated. Looking down, your eyes widened. Your sturdy adventuring boots were gone. In their place were elegant, stiletto-heels made of a black leather-like material. Bands of gold were wrapped around your ankles, clinking gold and jewels dangling on shining chains. A new text box appeared in front of your eyes: -Boots of Nolotha – Artifact (Rare) (Cursed Item) -“Blessed are those who walk her path, for every step is a sacrament.” -Type: Footwear -Charisma: +4 -Dexterity: -2 -Intelligence: -2 -Speed: -10% -Enchantments: [HIDDEN UNTIL SOULBOUND] -Cursed Item: Cannot be removed by mundane means. Requires Greater Purification or Cleric of Tier 5+ to dispel. You muttered a curse as you tried to tug the heels off your feet. They didn’t budge. The shoes felt almost like they had been fused to your skin, the dangling gold clinking as your struggled with the strap. You stumbled a little with your first steps, but suddenly your legs seemed to know how to move, the heels clicking sharply against the temple floor. Embarrassingly, you could feel your hips swaying more than usual. What were you going to do now?