...head right for The Steamer. While you certainly don't mind being naked, it's hardly ideal. And while you're not cold, your crimson and slick skin is begging for something to cover it. And that something is probably in leather and silk, needlessly ornate, and anachronistic and futuristic at the same time.
Stepping into the store you're buffeted by a gust of wind, a rocking and swaying motion making you a touch unsteady on your dainty hooves. Though you were in a mall a few moments ago, you seem to be on the deck of some sort of ship, albeit one with great gas bags atop it and flying through a near starless sky. There's no inventory in sight but you can hear faint grunts of people working and see an ornately dressed group of individuals going about the tasks of keeping what seems to be an actual airship running.
A sudden jolt as the ship hits a rough patch of air causes you to stumble for real this time, almost falling to the deck before a pair of strong arms catches you, holding you securely but chastely. "Ah, easy there my young Infernal friend." Male, upper class, British, very suave sounding. Your ears perk just at the sound of his voice and your heart skips a beat at seeing his chiseled features. He's older, with a rather bushy mustache, salt and pepper hair giving him a look of authority that matches his voice. He's in a rather rakish outfit, a leather vest with many pockets over a silk shirt. His pants are similar to his vest and he has a brace of strange pistols that spark with lightning on a belt. He smiles at you, causing your face to blush. "It can get quite windy at this time of night and if you're not used to it, it can catch you off guard. Come, why don't we head below decks, I'm sure you and I have much to discuss." taking your hand and beginning to lead you into the bowels of the ship.
"I-I...uh...y-yessir..." you somewhat meekly voice, following the man, caught off balance by the ship and more importantly, him.
He leads you down to a very elegant cabin at the rear of the ship, the massive room seeming too big for the ship and every corner showcasing wonders and treasures beyond compare. You notice, as you're directed to sit down before a table made out of gold, wood so shiny you can see your face and rubies, that there's a set of mirrors and what looks like a closet stationed near the rear of the room. "Tea?" Halting your examination of the room.
"Ah, um...yessir, thank you." you nod, trying to remember your manners. This seems like the place where you should be doing that.
A few moments later, two fine china glasses of tea in hand, he sits down, handing one to you. The smell is near divine and the taste relaxes you and warms you heart and soul, just the right temperature. "Now! I must say, this is quite the surprise! It's rare that I get young individuals from the Realms Infernal but that makes the ones that do venture here more of an occasion. I imagine you're here for an outfit and I am more than happy to provide! Tell me, what does a fine young lady like yourself desire?"
Almost unbidden, you find yourself speaking, voice chirping out....