You were relaxing at a British Cafe when you're suddenly approached by the barista, a rather voluptuous and tall deer woman.

Excuse me, but I could help but notice about the way you dress. I'm sorry to say, but your style sucks.

Before you could even protest, she grabs you by the hand and drags you somewhere else.

Don't you worry, I'll help you fix that. Just follow me.

She takes you to a building with a sign that reads "Fiona Fawnshionista". She takes you to an office and shoves some clothes into your hands.

Put these on, I'll even turn around to give you privacy.

She does so. Guess you have no choice but to put the clothes she gave you.