The door opened and the giant bell attached proceeded to play Ode To Joy in every major and minor key, causing cacaphony in the large, overly grand and colorful store. Kyoya Ootoori covered his ears with one hand and pushed the glasses up his nose with the other.
"The store simply speaks Tamaki. He'll love it."
Mori, next to him, hmmngh'd with agreement.
The very next second, a handsome man with flowing white hair appeared in front of them.
"Welcome to Ayame's dress shop! We sell romance!"
Rose petals circled around him, bringing a wave of nolstagia to the two men in front of Ayame.
"I'm Ayame Sohma," the white haired man regally introduced himself. "And this is my wife, Mine."
He gestured to a pretty, enthusiastic lady who had come to his side.
"Hello!" She said in a warm voice. "What are you looking for? We sell all sorts of clothes for fashionable women!"
"Wedding dress." Mori said simply.
"Aah, are you two getting married?" Ayame asked energetically.
"No." Mori said again.
"Our friends are. Haruhi Fujioka and Tamaki Suoh. And they're straight."
Kyoya said this smoothly, as he was experienced with all sorts of strangeness from the host club in his former years.
"Tamaki will be coming here in an hour. I'll pay you 500,000 yen to display your best wedding dresses, and also to make sure that he doesn't select something ridiculous."
"Oh, sir, we don't need the money or the prompt. We have a new employee, Ryoji Fujioka. He has a great fashion sense and he starts here today."
Mori started to say something, but Kyoya hushed him, with a look of, "It's going to be fun to see how this turns out."
Then, they exited the store.