Anime Bathrobe Novels & Stories

“I have some spare underwear upstairs. Follow me.” Ambrose stood up and pulled my hand and the second moment, we were now inside his bedroom. This was utterly my first time inside his bedroom and my eyes were quick to observe the inside of it. Ambrose’s room was surprisingly neat except for the dirty laundry basket that was already overflowing. That one was completely normal for most people. I do have mine at home and to be quite honest, some of them are just left on the floor. I felt like I’m dirty when I thought of that and I felt this tiny pang of envy that Ambrose’s room was this organized. The drawers, some of the figurines were arranged and even his bed was fixed. I was quietly feeling

“Why on earth would you go to such lengths to find me, and pay so much for my services if you thought I didn’t?” “Right, no, sorry, I wasn’t trying to be rude. It’s just all a bit much to take in, you know?” Jimmy pointed to the covered dummy. “Is that . . . my God, did you really . . . have you made a suit out of the footage I brought you? For real?” “No, I haven’t made a suit, I’ve made a robe. The garment must suit the material from which it’s fashioned. A robe is more fitting to its ancient origins.”

Jane stated, pouring another drink into her glass, then a knock came on the door. Jane walked to the door and opened it, the chief maid entered holding the robe on her hand. Jane took the robe and gave it to Antheia. “You can change here, the nearest restroom is on the other side of the hall,” Jane said and handed the robe to Antheia who placed her glass down on the table and turned around to remove her dress. She already got used to it since she had been going through a lot of clothes and dresses lately with Finary and Lea, looking for the right fittings and colors that compliment her skin tone.

I grabbed the towel and wrapped it around me. My hair was dripping wet, plastered firm on my scalp. I walked into the room, immediately catching sight of the dress on the bed. It was a long robe. Yes, robe. Not dress. Burgundy with some embroidery around the V-neckline. I blinked. One, two, then burst out laughing. Was this a joke? I picked up the robe, lifting it to get a better look. This was definitely 10 sizes larger than me. I didn’t know what to make out of the situation. To be happy that at least I got a warm shower, unlike the cold ones I made do with at home? Or the chance that I got to have a change of clothing after three days. How really was I to react?

The robes are made of a soft, lightweight material that allows the skin to breathe and remain cool, even in warm temperatures. The physician's robe is slightly more elaborate, with intricate gold embroidery running along the hemline and sleeves. The embroidery depicts symbols of healing and protection, representing the physician's expertise and dedication to his craft. His robe is also adorned with a thick, gold belt that cinches at the waist, giving him a more formal and authoritative appearance.

I lied for the first time in years. "I can believe you if you want me to."He said and I could feel him suppressing his idiotic laugh."Well,it's not even a week,she already wrapped you around her little finger,Ana...cute nickname for Aitana."He bursted out laughing. "Your thirty minutes starts now."I disconnected the call feeling totally pissed off by myself for ripping her dress and then asked a monkey for help. The bathroom door clicked open and she came out wearing a bathrobe which ended just a few inches above her ankles.She looked cute in my oversized robe.

And again, my mind drifted to the wine-colored silk robe and the way it had clung to Rachel's damp skin, hinting at the tempting curves and shape beneath. I cursed inwardly, the room feeling hotter. But I didn't stop. My fingers typed the brand name into my web browser. The site loaded. The website was a temple of minimalist luxury, filled with models wearing delicate, impossible things. I found the robe quickly, clicking on the image. The ‘Sapphire Noir’ kimono. It was one of their most popular pieces, as the site page informed me. But curiosity, had its claws in me. I clicked further, scrolling through their collections.

I laughed hard that my tummy began aching. I understand that the bathrobe was very stretchy and all but with his kind of masculine physique? It was definitely no good on him. He looked more like a Barbie girl instead of a guy from some action movies or the gym, you know. "I know, I know," he sighed. "I just forgot to take my bathrobe along with me when I was going in the shower and yours was the only one i saw in the bathroom so I had no other choice but to make use of what was there. Unless you want to see me walking around the room butt-naked." He scoffed.

Their hair might be braided and long but their clothes are simple and neat. Recalling the white robe he lost in the lake, Ritian closed his eyes. Now he only have this three left. 'I can't get any poorer than this, right?' Ritian begrudgingly pulled a light blue robe and fit himself into it. 'Gods, this fabric is so thick.' The hem of the robe were threadbare, displaying how often the old Ritian uses this clothes. Fastening it tight on his waist, Ritian padded his way outside the room. The single chair in the living room didn't shock Ritian, but the bareness of the house itself startled him.

"You are sore, and I don't want to hurt you." That's what he said to me in the jacuzzi. I rubbed my head with a white towel and glanced at Aron, who was wearing casual clothes. He went to sit on a couch near the bed. He lit a cigarette and started smoking. I was wearing the white bathrobe he had tossed to me before. It was his size, so it didn't fit my body. I looked down at the bathrobe and noticed it reached my ankle. I smiled. 'I wore his bathrobe."