Ahsoka Slave Costume Novels & Stories

They were dressed in all black robes, making the situation more tense for me. With sweat covering my entire face, I said, "Look whoever you guys are, I think you got the wrong person. I'm just a useless maid –" "Silence!" One of them bellowed and obliged instantly, gulping hard. The third person then emerged from behind. He was also dressed in the same black robe as his mates, but his mask was a bit different. "Anastasia the useless slave." The third one said. Wait, it's a female? From the voice, it was clear that it was a female speaking and I could swear I've heard that voice somewhere before.

No matter what it took. As we were speaking, a knock on the door interrupted us. We all turned to the door as it opened, and a group of pack slaves entered. They were dressed in long, flowing gowns that reached the floor, with hoodies covering their faces. The gowns were a deep, rich purple, and they seemed to glow in the dim light of the room. The pack slaves moved with a quiet, almost eerie efficiency, their eyes cast downward as they approached us. They bowed down in unison, their hoods casting shadows over their faces.