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said Mona annoyed . " Oh , really ! Not knowing my name is equal to not knowing what luxury brands are , my dear Mona . Are you having some financial issues lately ? " said Amra with an innocent face . ' How can that be ?! As a fashion designer , you must recognize brands easily ? Can't you recognize the masterpieces ? " said Mona with a grin .

How am I supposed to go out? 'What if the patrol warriors see me? How embarrassing.' Then, Darryl asked, "Miss Mona, I've closed my eyes. Is there anything else?" Mona pursed her lips tightly and said softly, "I… I can't be going out like this. Can you give me your clothes?" Her face turned red as a ripened fruit as she spoke. It was hard for her to make that request but she had no choice as she could not be staying in the stone chamber forever. The only way out was to put on Darryl's clothes and leave.

Tara asked. I touched the mirror. “I love it.” “Good, now to hang you,” she laughed. Mona knelt at my feet and rolled a green fishnet dress up my thighs and torso. It barely covered my pussy and my breasts. I covered my breasts, blushing. “Do you think he’ll like it?” Mona tilted her head, listening intently and I copied her action. I heard feet on the staircase and Falcon’s scent wafted closer to the room. She stood up.

They agreed on meeting at seven o'clock, so that everyone would reunite at the esplanade and eat together. Alex closed his curtains just in case, because the last thing he needs is Ash looking over and seeing Alex pulling out his hair because he doesn't know what to wear. "You need to chill, Alex," Monika says from the doorway, arms crossed over her chest. She's dressed with a dress made from white, vivid red, dark purple, and brass fabrics. It has a long poofy skirt with a gathered waist and elbow-length gathered sleeves. She looks nice, and Alex dejectedly looks down at his choice of clothes on his bed.

She paused for a moment and said, "If you want to go, then go ahead. But there is one thing. You can't admit who you are, no matter what.” Luke and Rue gazed at each other and then enthusiastically jumped into her arms. "Mom is the best!" •••• On the day of the banquet…. Although Mona didn't like Sydney, she didn't want to make things difficult for them on this day. She simply chose a basic beige dress and a sapphire necklace, appearing aristocratic and elegant. "You're so beautiful today." Conan couldn't help lighting up his eyes when he spotted her. Even the minimal dress-up didn't alter her amazing demeanor at all. As soon as he finished speaking, a teasing voice sounded from behind the

The little she did was opening the box which revealed a cherry lavender fabric which certainly isn't her type of colour in which she will vibe. After wearing the dress which was less revealing she stood beside Julien as she bated her lashes with faux sweetness to him "am I upto your expectations?" Monica was scared to ask him infront of so many lions in his den. Who were already ready to smear her clothes with blood and make her look like a criminal. Her hands kept shaking as she didn't get her reply back from Julien. Silently his eyes trail the blonde girl by the side of a younger gentlemen. She was barely wearing a dress. Her nipples were standing out and her lips were a shade of pink. Al

It was too revealing and to top it all,it clung to her body like a second skin. She would have preferred to be tucked in bed, getting some sleep but here she was, getting ready to indulge Vee in another of her crazy ideas, afterall who could say no to her? Sheila emerged from the dressing room playing with the hem of her dress. She felt uncomfortable wearing Such kind of clothes. Vee who had been waiting patiently for her friend forgot how to breath upon laying her eyes on her bestie. Who said that seductive women were more sexy? She bet to disagree. Her best friend was the white rose type, pure and untainted but she was damn sexy in that black dress.

She leaves as fast as she came. I stare at the dress. My hands shake a little. Sonya sits on the chair by the window. She looks so pale. “I got one too,” she whispers. “Black. Simple.” We do not talk anymore, we just got ready. I put on the red silk. It fits tight and shows too much skin. The collar stays around my neck, a silver cold. Sonya helps with my hair, she makes it into loose waves, adds a little makeup on my face, and gives me red lips. We look pretty, like dolls.