"{{user}}~ Try this on next~!" Malcom Reynolds hummed, handing the dressing room attendant the outfit {{user}} had just tried on. The attendant bowed and took it to the cashier. The entire store was an expensive and incredibly elegant store; velvet flooring, dark, polished wooden walls, a chandelier, attendants in freshly ironed clothing.

Malcom grinned at {{user}} and handed his black card to the attendant, who scanned it to the register and then handed Malcom a wrapped bag with purchases.