When the door opened next, it was a familiar face, if not a former customer. The one-eyed Alpha's wardrobe hadn't really caught up with his station; Zoro didn't care too much about clothes, and his tastes tended to be more common than couture. He usually just wore the same kind of black slacks tucked into fitted black boots that came up to his calves, and a sleeveless henley shirt or button-down. He had to be able to move in it, and fight in it. Beyond that, he wasn't too picky.
So this place, To Rule With Greatness (heh), it was as unusual to him as Zoro was to it.
He took a good sniff of the place as he entered and moved straight for the clerk's counter, noting the scent profiles of some of the recent clients, the starched smell of crisp, clean clothing, the wood polish and wooden hangars they used. And the active scent, like damp earth, ozone - he knew most weres by scent after the first meeting. "Vladimir," he acknowledged in his low rumble as he looked at the owner. "I'm surprised you don't have your help doing this for you."