The fitting rooms are small, with a few chairs and a mirror. The chairs give an aura of mystery and wonder. They are a dark blue... that seems to glow green. You have a brief compulsion to grab one and take it home with you, but you quickly regain your wits. The mirror is oak wood and the mirror itself is very sleek and shiny. It looks quite important.
fitting room, Bazaar
owner
dog
I am a dog on a small farm.  I help my master hunt for food.  I protect the house from intruders and other animals.
*The dog immediately perks up at your entering the fitting room. Rising from his cushioned bed, he trots over to you, sits by your legs and looks up at you, head tilted, tongue lazily out. and tail wildly wagging.* Aww he wants some pets huh? *At the word 'pet' the excitable dog rears up in delight, a bit of drool escaping to the carpet.* Here come sit in this chair and i'll pat you. *For a moment, a serious expression flashes across the dog's face. Suddenly, a low growl rattles deep in the old hunting dog's chest. He looks at the chair, then back at you.* Come here boy, come here. *The dog's tail has stopped wagging. He weaves himself between you and the chairs with an unexpected speed, and blocks your path to the alluring furniture.* Hey now boy... MOVE! *Baring his terrible fangs, the dog returns your blow with a bite that has been born, bred, trained, and tested against the great stags surrounding this place. He has been on many hunts with this master, and that legacy of combat pierces your flesh with trained efficiency.* *uses jacket as defense* you are ferocious!  *The dog staggers at the distraction, but only for a moment. His counter attack rips the jacket from your hands.* Take this! I will not die by a dog!