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She said, Anita glared at me once last time before waltzing out the door with her minions following her. "Keira?" I looked up to see Sharon staring at me with a stern look. "Don't fuck up tonight. Do it right." "Yes Madam Sharon." She nodded and closed the door, the click echoing in the now silent room. I let out a shaky breath as I bent down and picked up my costume. I couldn't wear it anymore. I scrambled through some other costumes, before settling on a black costume. It was a smooth, shiny fabric. The bra was barely there, with tiny straps and sparkles, and the matching thong is revealing. I cringed as I stared at the outfit, but I knew I had no other choice.

CALEB’S POV. “Wait. What happened to the other costume?” Tim asks, squinting his eyes. I take a step back so he can see it properly. A sheer, black lace long-sleeve shirt with a delicate floral pattern, almost spiderweb-like in the way it clings to me. I’ve got nothing underneath— just bare skin. Vanya hated the other costume said I looked too basic and then went ahead raid Tony’s closet like a raccoon on Red Bull. So I guess the other costume is a waste of money.

Halloween costume and a dominatrix, complete with black fishnet stockings and a large black flogger. They’d taken off my handcuffs, which now dangled from the leading guard’s hands, so with slow, careful movements I took off my dress and laid it, thinking of Chloe and Grace and our shopping trip, next to the costume. Then I sat and took off my shoes and sheer stockings. I saw I could leave my bra and panties on, which was something, I supposed. The black vinyl dress with its multiple straps went over my head and zipped up the back. (I didn’t ask for help with it.) Then came the fishnets and a pair of ridiculously high black stilettos boots I swear took five minutes to lace up. I stood.

Thistle buzzed happily around my head, whispering, “He liiiikes youuu.” “Damn right he does,” I grinned, slamming the book shut and spinning toward my wardrobe. “Okay, goth baddie armor time.” Uniforms? Meh. But custom uniforms with black fabric, tiny skulls stitched into the trim, and a perfectly pleated skirt? That’s more my vibe. I pulled on the shirt, tugged the skirt over my hips, slid on my black thigh high socks, and laced up my purple combat boots like a warrior goddess headed to war.

Soft porn was alright, and of the five costumes she had, the florist tried to weigh the pros and cons between the two less indecent costumes. The first costume was a modified sleeveless leotard with straps covering the nipples instead of fabric. The cutting was so low that all of her boobs spilt from beside the strap covering her nipples. It was intentionally designed to do a full boob reveal from both sides but not the centre. Anyone who wore a leotard would know how uncomfortable a wedgie was. The problem didn’t exist for this costume as it was literally a thong at the pack so that her bubble buttcheeks could bounce for everyone to see and possibly touch.

“Come on, Nia. You need to come out of your shell and meet people. It’ll be fun. You've been so wrapped up in Daniel lately.” I sighed and opened the bag. Inside was a very provocative bunny outfit, complete with white satin bunny ears, a tight corset-style bodysuit with a deep plunging neckline, a fluffy white tail, fishnet stockings, and sky-high heels. I stared at it, stunned. “What? A bunny costume?” I asked, holding up the skimpy piece in disbelief. “Yes. You don’t like it?” Lila asked, tilting her head with mock innocence. “Well… it’s uhm… not really my kind of style.”

) and said, “Do we get matching cloaks? I want velvet. With embroidery. Maybe a little crown motif.” Clarence snapped her fingers. “Already done, darling. Yours comes with custom pockets for emotional support snacks and explosives.” I was overwhelmed. Elated. Slightly terrified. But also… it felt good. After being cast out, called wolfless, and forced to live with talking vegetables… now I was being dressed like the goddess I never believed I could be. Clarence handed me a soft silver robe and said, “We’ll begin your fittings after dinner. For now, pick something casual.”

A golden roped hem had been hand stitched to perfection. Each man standing before the small crowd wore a pair of black, calf high, military boots. On his head, each wore a ceremonial cap matching the color of his robe. On it, were the words "Horseman" and a number; one, two, three and four. Their faces had been covered in stark white makeup with stars around the eyes and mouth matching their costume color. Each man held a leather bound book. Heath could see a vibrant picture of the planet Earth with a long, wide lightning bolt splitting the planet on it's cover. He was too far away to read the Golden writing.

However, now that I thought of it, I didn't know why I'd been so reluctant after all. The costume shop had all sorts of hunting festival attire on display, such as capes cut from whole silver fox pelts, dark, long dresses embroidered with crescent moon hunting patterns, and more. I picked out a simple yet sturdy-looking garment. It felt solid and seemed suitable enough for carrying out long missions. As I was about to check the price on the tag, I suddenly heard Cynthia's voice from behind me. "Which one do you like, Layla? I'll pay for it for you."

ISABELLA The wardrobe stood like a silent judge, tall and dark, holding the next slice of humiliation Damian had prepared for me. My fingers hovered before pulling the door open. Inside, the outfit waited bold, obscene. A blood-red silk thong. A diamond-studded choker with a tag that glittered under the light. Matching black stilettos with needle-thin heels. Not clothes. A costume. A brand. A mark of ownership. I swallowed hard. My fingers trembled as I picked up the thong, the silk sliding like water between my fingers. I hated how beautiful it looked. How expensive. How seductive. Like it was meant to distract from what it truly was another chain around my neck.