Street Noble's

Every other maker in the wastes sells you a thing. Street Noble's sells you a rank. The house has never been named in any record, but its trick is written plainly into its wardrobe: you cannot simply buy the good pieces, you have to have climbed high enough in the black market to be allowed to wear them. The cap comes first, keyed to the lowest tier of criminal influence, and it hides a nasty surprise, working a blinding flash into the opening blow of a brawl. The gloves come next, for the thief who has earned some standing, and they change the whole logic of a picked pocket: instead of taking something out, the wearer can leave a trap behind. And the full ensemble sits at the top of the ladder, reserved for a made criminal, cut to conceal a small fortune of contraband so cleanly that nothing tucked inside it can be looted without the owner's leave.
  Read in order, the line is a promotion you can see across a crowded room. A newcomer in the cap, an earner in the gloves, and someone genuinely dangerous in the whole suit; the clothes announce exactly where a person stands in an underworld vain enough to want its hierarchy legible. That is the real product. Street Noble's does not dress thieves so much as it dresses careers, turning the slow grind of criminal reputation into something a person can put on and step out wearing.
  There is one last detail that tells you the house knows exactly what it is. When a tailor writes out how to make a Street Noble's piece, the instructions are not filed under crafting like honest work. They are filed under the heading Dubious Directions, which is either a confession or a boast, and in the criminal fashion trade the difference between those two has never mattered much.