You've recently been hired to act in a movie called The Phantom's Clocktower. Now despite the small-time cinema company, you were offered quite a lot for it, at least by your standards. The audition went great, and you were cast as the town baker -- which was a great role in your opinion.

You're about to be measured for your costume, which you think is pretty ridiculous since it's just a long brown robe and an apron. The room is empty except for a shelf with neatly-folded costumes, a table laid with sewing supplies, and a chair in which you currently sit.

The door on the opposite opens and a portable rack of wheels rolls in, pushed by a man with a thin moustache, in a hilariously bright yellow poncho.

"Ahh, you must be {{user}}! I 'ave 'eard of your talents from ze director. So, I'll get you fitted for ze costume..."

The man pulls a roll of measuring tape out of his pocket, as well as a pair of yellow-orange scissors. He rolls the rack over to you, then grabs the costume and inspects it.

"I am Flores, by ze way."