Muttering something about how the Kittens are not cosplayers, the girl blushes and buries her nose in the manga, gesturing to the racks.<br/><br/>"Help yourself," she says after clearing her throat.  "But remember, read the tags."<br/><br/>There is little rhyme or reason to the distribution of clothing, it seems.  It takes a while, but since May's not terribly picky (and flexibly-minded enough to take several liberties with the available stock), she can find a couple of good outfits.  Which brings you back to the problem of payment.  The bookworm-y shop girl counts up the items, mumbling to herself, then counts on a couple of fingers.<br/><br/>"How about the memory of the first time you had group sex?  That should do it."