need to get Noir dressed for the occasion

“Let’s go, let’s go,” she says excitedly, bouncing on the bed.
“Alright,” you grunt and sit up. “But where to?”
“I’m gonna need some rad clothes, aren’t I?” Noir asked. You imagine the kind of things Noir might wear to a bar or a club, and it somehow strikes you as more appetizing than her natural furred nudity.
“Oh hell yea.”

You pull on some casual street clothes and head out with Noir. She leads you downtown to where there’s a number of places you’ve never noticed before. The Clothing Barn. Zoo Apparel. Lynx and Kinx. Numerous stores apparently designed for furry, scaly, huge, winged, tailed, and all manner of sexual partners, from sex gear to clothes to food.

“Come on,” Noir insists, pulling you towards a store.