The Master stumbled into the room and stopped, gazing up at the sheer amount of clothes one Time Lord could possibly have. He'd seen it before, but it always managed to impress him... compared to this, he was positively low-maintenance.

He noted the rustle of clothes coming from a corner of the room. He stalked over quietly, a predatory grin slowly spreading over his face. He ducked down and, noticing a pair of shoes, tossed them to one side in an effort to distract him. He burst through the line of clothes and gave the Doctor a playful shove.

"There, I win!"