Looking for clothes for a new guy

"Pfftt, look at this peasant clothing! This wouldn't pass for a birthday suit!" Gorm exclaimed, looking around at the selection of clothes in this town. "Hmm, is there anything worthwile around this town? I mean, there is nothing here that I couldn't find in a dump! Well, there is the off-chance this town has a story to tell, if not just to make up for these rags people call clothes!"

Riley was busily working in the the back of her clothing store on a new outfits that she didn't hear the little bell that rang when people came in. It wasn't until she heard someone insult her clothing that she knew someone was standing in her store. Immediately, she felt offended; taken back at the snide comment she heard. So she stood up and straightened out her elegant blouse and walked into the main area to see who exactly created that comment. Her heels clicked as she walked across the oak floor as she walked up to the man. His hair was long for a man, but he had that bad-boy atmosphere around him. If she didn't think he was a jerk, Riley would be fawning over him. She was too angered to let this slip away.

"Ahem," she said tapping her heels against the floor. "Excuse me, sir?"