>All right, we have our shopping list.
>A pair of gloves, elbow length if possible, in black or grey.
>Either a veil or a light scarf, whichever will serve our purpose better, again in black or grey.
>And if we can find an outfit like the damaged one we have on the cheap along the way, more's the better.
>Let's get to it.
>With your shopping list in mind, you set to sifting through the cluttered racks of clothing that line the shop. Too big, too small, too ugly, pants. For as much variety of clothing as this place has, it's remarkably difficult to find anything
specific. Oh, that dress is kinda nice and breazy; might be good on hot summer days if you... if you had time to ponder what to wear if you're still alive next week. You put it back.
>As you approach the end of the first aisle, you hear footsteps rapidly descending some kind of staircase that must be concealed behind the maze of inventory.
>"Sorry, sorry," a woman calls out in a nasal voice before ducking into view between a rack of neckties and a pair of ballroom gowns. She doffs a rather tired-looking bowler hat and sketches a little bow. "Welcome to Donovan Clothiers. What can I do ya for?"
>...those ears and tail. She's a... a
rat.