Mark followed after the bathrobed shopkeeper, idly wondering how he could have already put together an idea of what Mark would like. The pledge honestly hadn't given the topic much thought himself. He didn't need anything too over the top for the weekend. Maybe he should ask Merlin if he had any more "wizard" robes.
Following after the young clerk, Mark found himself in an aisle with a surprising amount of fur. Each clothing rack had an assortment of scruffy pelts in every shade of fur Mark could imagine. There didn't appear to be any masks attached to the fur though, leaving their nature a bit of a mystery.
Merlin reached onto one of the racks, pulling off a hanger. "Eh? What do you think?" He grinned, holding up the costume.
Now that it was isolated from the rest of the outfits, Mark could tell this particular garment appeared to just be a pair of furry pants.
"Looks... fuzzy?" Mark said unsurely. He glanced around the aisle, trying to figure out what the top half of the outfit was. Each rack only seemed to contain pants though. "What's it supposed to be? Is the next aisle full of Chewbacca tops?" He stood on his tip-toes, pretending to peer over into the next row.
With the added height, Mark noticed something he hadn't appreciated earlier. Each rack had several pairs of horns resting on top of it. Short horns, long horns, curled horns, and even a few pairs of ram horns.
Merlin grinned, "They're satyr pants!" He held up the ends of the legs, giving Mark a better view of the two glossy black hooves that the pants ended with. "You know, the mythical creatures from Greek legend?"
The pledge stared, "Right..." He blinked, "Wait, because I'm from a frat?" He laughed, "I thought you would have gone for the whole toga thing?"
The "wizard" shook his head, "I figured you already owned one of those, and besides, you said you wanted something cheap." He held the pants out to Mark, "You've already got a top human half. I don't have to work as much of my usual magic." He grinned, "I'd be willing to let this bad boy go for half my standard rate."
Mark took the pants from Merlin. The brown fur seemed to be a remarkably close shade of brown to his own hair. "...and how much would that be?" Mark asked curiously, turning the pants over in the air.
"A hundred dollars a night, which means you'd be getting it for fifty bucks." He tried to say it casually, but it was clear there wasn't much room for negotiation. That was actually a bit less than Mark expected these high-quality costumes to go for, but at the same time, a bit more than he was planning on spending.
"Can I try it on first at least?" Mark lifted the hooves up, examining the glossy black mounds curiously. They looked a little hard to stand on.
Merlin nodded, "Of course. I try to make all my outfits form fitting, but my changing rooms are over here towards the back."
Mark glanced at his watch, checking the time before following Merlin's gesture towards the back. He should have enough time to try on a costume or two, but maybe he just head straight back to the frat house.