Novel & Cerita Black Butler Corset Scene

“Freya, what are you still waiting for?” “Leave!” I ordered, but instead of leaving, she became agitated;I could hear her loud and drumming heartbeat from where I laid. I sighed in defeat. “It's alright, I'll be there in a minute” “Thank you, My lady” Freya bowed repeatedly to me before scurrying out of the room. I sluggishly got up from bed and went to freshen up, then changed my dress. I looked into my closet and picked up a black corset, most of the corsets in my closet were all black.

The velvetly dark purple streak was in full view. “Perfect. Let’s get dressed, we only have a few minutes left.” My dress was completely black. It was a corset top with a sweatheart neckline. Going straight down, there was a very obvious slit down the side, keeping my leg in full view. Adding body-shimmer lotion, I was ready to go. Knock! Knock! “You girls ready?” Chase’s voice echoed in Nora’s room. He had barely cracked the door open, so he didn’t walk in on us.

Ashley turned and looked Karen up and down. She was a bit curvier than Ashley was with a slightly larger frame but nothing that would be considered outright overweight. Big boned, certainly, but definitely not fat. Karen's black corset dress pressed her round, ample breasts up considerably to show off a lot of cleavage. Her straight black hair fell down her back to touch the bed where she sat.

“It took you boys long enough to find the dining room.” A royal blue corset is cinched over top of a black peasant dress. Her ample breast look like the are struggling to escape the confines of the corset. As she pushes past us, she flips her blonde hair over her shoulder hitting me in the face with her locks. Glancing over her shoulder, she bats her extra long eyelashes in my direction while shooting me a flirtatious smile. James groans with embarrassment as his mother openly flirts with me.

“Oh my god,” I murmur, looking at the cutouts on the side, the absolute bare scrap of fabric that’s supposed to cover my ass. Then I glance back down at the box and realize… Oh my god, this isn’t even the lingerie. I look back and forth between the black satin corset and lace panties that are still in the box and the slinky grey dress in my hands, realizing with horror that Kent wants me to wear this out on my date with Ivan –

The next was a servant girl, her face was the representation of serenity and tranquility, her eyes were crimson like freshly spilled blood and she had divided pupils like those of a feline; her skin was unnaturally pale like a corpse's, her maid outfit was a combination of traditional nun dress and Victorian maid outfit. Followed by the previous maid, there was a peculiar butler, he wore a white long-sleeved shirt and on this was a sleeveless tuxedo vest of a peculiar light pink color, his hair was white as snow and to demonstrate his nature Inhuman on his head was a pair of ears similar to those of a fox and in the small part of his back a fluffy tail wagged slightly.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

(Elaine’s POV) I was enjoying my breakfast when a butler—black shiny hair with ear length bangs covering half of his forehead and one of his eyes—His dark brown eyes shot me a glance as he stepped near Madam Rhea and whispered something to her. Madam Rhea replied back, before motioning her hands to another butler—one who was standing at the side of the dining hall as if preparing for any call. A few moments after that, the same butler returned to the dining hall with a black purse on the tray in his hands. Madam Rhea picked up the purse and unzipped it. Then, talking something again with the black haired butler, she handed him an object that looked like a piece of card. After that, the butle

Three young assistants stood beside her, their faces turning completely white with fear. “I told you three times that this corset is digging straight into my ribs,” I continued, leaning down to look into her cold eyes. “I cannot breathe, won't even let me fight if someone tries to put a knife in my back.” Madam Vera stepped back, her thin lips tightening into a straight line. She picked up a clean silk cloth from a nearby table and began wiping her hands with slow, aristocratic disgust.

She softly flung open the window and took a peek outside. She could see two men conversing and exchanging objects, but she was unable to make out what they were exchanging. It was dark outside, and her eyes were already tired and yawning for some sleep. One of the men appeared to have the same body type as the butler, and she was able to identify him by his shape, but she was unable to identify the other man. The other man was dressed in all black, and he had a hat on that covered his face. They shook hands, and the man left the mansion as the butler returned to the house.