Lords of the Pants

Kat brought Rich in front of a store with very ornate signage. The golden lettering on folded pants made the "Lords of the Pants" sign ostentatious at best, cheesy at worst.

"Looks a bit odd," Rich said.

"Madame Taylor said that they are the best tailors in the realm," Kat said, "We can get you clothes fitting a man of noble birth."

Kat pushed him into the shop.

Inside there were various racks full of high quality velour tunics and fashionable doublets.

A slender gentleman in a top hat and golden doublet appeared behind one of the racks.

"Well met, my lord and lady," he said, "How might Master Spalding help you this morrow?"

Kay curtesied to Master Spalding, "Good sir," she said, "My lord is looking for your finest suit for the day's festivities."

"Let's see what I can do," Master Spalding said, a length of measuring tape as he took Rich's measurements.

"Kinda fun," Rich said to Kat.

"You'll be like a new man," she said, kissing his cheek.

"I think I might have something in the back that might work," Master Spauldig said, "Please, my lady, wait here while I get your lord ready."

Kat gingerly took a seat on a bench near the fitting room as Rich was ushered in by the man.