The guy.

Assuming he knows the inventory better, as he is stocking it, you walk over to the guy. He groans and rolls his eyes as you arrive, asking, "Can I help you?"

"I'm not exactly sure what I want. I just got challenged to buy the sexiest, sluttiest, costume you have." You answer him.

"For you?" He asks obviously annoyed by life, and in no mood to help find you a costume.

"Ya, but not like that, it doesn't need to fit me or anything, I just need to have the costume."

He shrugs, “Are you sure? All the costumes here are crap. I should know, I make my own.”

“Awesome. You do cosplay then, or make them for other people?”

Your apparent interest seems to brighten him up. "Um, I’m actually into LARP, but ya I’ve done some cosplay. I want to go to a costume party for on Halloween but my stupid sister is making me work. I’ve got a super cool sexy costume.”

“Cool, cool.” This is going nowhere. “Um, so if I wanted like the sexiest costume in the store, which way would you point me?”

“Ya, sure, come with me." He leads you to the back and into a small room that is past a beaded curtain. "Pretty much anything in here, this is our bedroom costume section. It’s like basically underwear." He picks up a little box and stares at it, “The stitching is total crap.

Your eyes scan the little packages with pictures on them of men or women wearing basically nothing. "Any suggestions?"

"Hmm, total slut huh? I guess the obvious choice is a naughty cheerleader. All cheerleaders are whores anyway.” He points at a small selection of two piece outfits that are either a halter top or tiny bikini top, and either tiny shorts or a very small skirt, some with, some without ruffles. His sister must be a cheerleader. You smile. He sees the smile and asks, “Ya, I mean, fuck cheerleaders, right?”

“Ya. Fuck em.” You agree trying to show enthusiasm. “I guess I’ll pick one of these.” You say holding one that is styled like a tiny fake leather kilt with a “Spartans” tag.

He taps it in your hand, “Actually that one’s not as bad, I was thinking with a better top that kilt could be good for a rogue I’m designing. Her name is Vasa the Red.”

“So, red hair then?” You ask.

“He snorts, “Ya it’d be perfect, right?”

“Cool, ya, thanks for all the help, I’ll get one of these I guess.”

He looks a bit insulted and decides you are trying to get him to leave, “Okay, I’ll be over there if you need me.” Then walks away leaving you alone.