Anime Bathrobe Novels & Stories

He smiled to himself with satisfaction. "I'll leave now and... come... back..." His voice trailed off as he followed her line of sight. She turned out to be staring at the clean set of clothes on the shelf. It was a pair of male and female robes nicely folded and presented. Too nicely. The male robes were black and nothing too out of the ordinary. The female robes looked more like bright red strips of cloth meant for seduction. /BaoBao, do you think he would have a history of women?/

Conor helped me out of the purple robes and then handed them to her. I picked up the last package while Bart answered the door. Lunch had arrived and I was starving but I wanted to see these robes. I opened the last parcel and the fabric alone was incredible. It looked like the night sky with pops of magenta, purples, blues, silver and white. How breathtaking! It’s just like the night sky… I held the robes up and saw that on the front was a cute bow in the same fabric that buttoned over the three clasps. It looked like the skirt was a bit fuller too. I slipped into the robes and saw that the cuffs drooped down about ten inches as they tightened up to my elbow. Oh! I love sleeves like that! I

Anthony walked out of the cloakroom, already in his pajamas, exuding strong aura. Anne recovered and walked to the bathroom. There was a rustling of water in the bathroom. Anthony found that the door was not closed. Anne stood under the shower, drenched and alluring. She turned to glance at the slit of the unclosed bathroom door. Anne did not expect Anthony to come in. Maybe in Anthony's eyes, she was more like a clown. However, as long as a clown like her still had her worth, she could always give it a try… After Anne took a bath, she only wrapped a bath towel around her body, covering the vital parts. She turned around and entered the cloakroom.

I felt at ease somehow with this bath. I stayed a little longer before Anita helped me to get dressed. I knew this would have happened this day so I told her that I would go out since Papa approved my boon. Anita prepared a gown with this heavenly colored sky-blue color for the front and back, with white silk on the front skirt and laces on the edge of it. It also had the same color for my flaring sleeves, matching it with a sapphire blue brooch. Even my hair was pulled up to an elaborate updo. I even had to wear some gold earrings and a necklace made of amethyst stone.

Amy had to crush down a wave of the purest, most painful jealousy. Aminata had returned to the unwanted armchair to drop her cloak over it. The complex garment beneath turned out to be three garments, a kaftan-like robe whose sea-green silk was shadow-striped with indigo and gold, a long skirt of the same material, and a scarlet silk shirt. The copious sleeves of the kaftan dropped in supple folds over the long scarlet sleeves of the shirt, and the whole effect was so brilliantly exotic that Amy found herself staring again.

Anne told me before walking over to the door that sat a few feet from the desk on the other side of the entertainment center. As she opened the door I saw the fluffy pink robe she had mentioned was there, and I followed her inside. I was surprised to see how big the inside of the bathroom was. It was essentially a master bath, with a sink lined with tall white cabinets on each side of the room, separated by a large clawfoot porcelain bathtub with gold fixtures that sat infront of a large bay window. The window sill had a few small potted plants, along with bath oils and salts on it. Infront of the tub was a stool and a small table that could be adjusted for use while you were in the tub. The

he stood up from the bed. “Do I stink?” “Oh, yeah. You fucking do and you’re gonna fucking choke me with it,” he arrogantly said, and my nose scrunched up as I cursed him a little in my head. The beast strolled toward the closet and brought out a thick long night robe. He dropped it on the bed, closer to my feet. “Change into this when you are done bathing.” “Why do I have to wear something this thick?” I lifted up the night robe, and my eyes wandered over it. I wasn't a great fan of thick, long, or uncomfortable clothes. I love my outfits either short, flare, or something moveable.

They checked my name off a list before one of them pushed open the heavy doors. I catwalked inside, glancing around impatiently. “Ambrose!” I called. “Where are you?” No answer. I marched deeper into the house, my irritation mounting. “Ambrose!” I yelled again. Finally, a door creaked open, and he emerged. Ambrose stood there, wearing a gold and black bathrobe that looked far too luxurious for a man in his position. His salt-and-pepper hair was damp, as if he’d just stepped out of the shower.

She smacked her palm against the tiles and then hurriedly finished her shower, washing her body before shampooing and conditioning her shoulder length black hair. She turned the water off and carefully stepped out of the shower, reaching for the forgetfulness found in her wineglass. She gulped a generous mouthful of wine and pulled her bathrobe from the back of the door. The satin material clung to her wet body like a second skin, covering her from throat to knees. She allowed herself very few luxuries, as her job took up so much of her time, but she thoroughly enjoyed the feel of the royal blue kimono-style robe where it caressed her curves.

She threw the bothersome piece of clothing away with a satisfied look. At that moment, Roman stepped out from the bathroom, his damp hair sticking to the side of his temples. He had a bath rob on revealing a glimpse of his toned, hard chest. His gaze first settled on Alana's form, sitting on the ground, then her torn under ware laying across the floor.