[She takes them to the nearest store that would likely have clothing his size which, while not far, is a fairly silent walk. He'd put out parameters and none of them included companionable small talk. Which was for the best, idyll chatter wasn't her kind of game.

As soon as they're inside, she pulls up a piece of wall and waves about.]

Have at it. One outfit. One set of shoes. Whatever you arrived in will probably get dumped on you later, so it should be enough to start.

[Plus, he was a dominant, he'd be able to buy his own stuff soon. Her charity only extended so far.]