Dancer Feet: Science Fiction

The feet were excellent prototypes, she admitted, stooping to examine them. They were strong, arched, and lightly veined, as the feet of an actual dancer would be. There were even a couple of calluses: grace notes, she thought, but ones that the true connoisseurs would appreciate. Or no, she realized, as she looked closer, they were not as much of a luxury as she had thought. There were tiny perforations in the calluses that she guessed would expel compressed gas when the dancer signaled that she or he wanted to jet ion a particular direction. She smiled a little. The heel calluses would make a much better appearance than the odd colored splotches that their competitors were trying. "They're quite good," she said aloud, looking up.

Inspiration: "feet" "prototype"
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Prosthetics for dancers in zero-g. Meh. Might work with that entertainment-diplomats-in-space idea.