Cecily's Millinery und Hat Magic

Prometheus steps into the shop, looking distinctly uncomfortable. There are so many people in Mallside, surrounding him on all sides, filling the noise with meaningless chatter that drowns out all other sound... And any one of them could have a knife, or a gun, a thermal detonator... It doesn't bear to think about.

"Er, hello? I am looking for a hat?" Prometheus asks, looking around the shop, trying not to let on how nervous he is. All this dancing nonsense, that's what the problem is. Why on earth did he ever agree to this!?