"I'll be back in a flash," Mark said, giving the scruffy satyr pants one last look, "Are you sure these are my size?"
Merlin flashed Mark a grin, "They look about right for you, and my outfits are remarkably adaptable." He pointed over the pledge's shoulder, "Don't forget to take some horns."
"Ah, right!" Mark spun around, looking at the row of horn-headbands. His hair was a bit on the long side at the moment, hopefully it would hide most of the plastic band. Still, how was he supposed to keep these things stable on his head for an entire night of partying? Bigger might be better in this case. He casually reached up and plucked one of the ram-horn headbands without too much thought.
"Thanks for all the help by the way," Mark added, turning towards the changing room.
"That's what I'm here for," the shopkeeper smiled, "Anyways, you're the one helping me out here really. Satyrs have a bit of a reputation. I don't get these things rented out nearly as much as you'd expect."
Mark tilted his head, "Reputation...?"
Merlin laughed, "Generously? They're party animals. If I'm being honest? They're supposedly regarded as unabashed sex fiends. They're driven to spread lust and excess throughout the world? Debauchery and revelry tend to follow them wherever they go? Etc. etc." Merlin twirled a finger around in the air, "Perfect for a college party though, don't you think?" He pointed down the hall, "Go ahead and pick any of the doors on the right." He started to head off in the opposite direction, but paused, "Oh, and don't wear the pants over your clothes, unless you want the fur to just look like baggy jeans."
"Uh... Right." His jeans weren't that baggy, were they? Mark started to make his way to the back of the shop. At least the changing rooms were easy enough to find.
Mark made a mental note to come back here once the Halloween fervor had died down. The costumes on display here continued to impress, and at times perplex. Why was there a mannequin with a zipper on its chest next to the changing rooms...?
Judging from the sounds behind the row of doors, a few of his frat brothers were already getting ready. Someone at the end of the row was apparently practicing their barks-
Wait a second, was that mannequin in that position before?
Mark walked over to the display, curiously tapping on the mannequin's plastic head. A hollow echo rang through the static figure. "Weird..." Mark mumbled.
Turning back to the changing rooms, Mark scanned the doors for one that wasn't occupied. It looked like one still had its door ajar. With any luck he could be changed and back to the frat house within the hour.