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“Any girl with an ounce of self-respect wouldn't be caught dead in that outfit. A scrap of dignity, that's all it takes, and you couldn't even manage that. You're no different from any other worthless whore.” If he found that red gown scandalous, he had absolutely no clue about the true treasures that were hidden in my closet. I pulled out a sheer black lace bodysuit that leaves little to the imagination, paired with thigh-high fishnet stockings and a garter belt. Over this, I wore an unbuttoned leather biker jacket that barely covered me, giving a peek at the sexy lingerie underneath. High-heeled ankle boots with stiletto heels completed the look. I grabbed the key fob and strode outside to

Literally anything but getting ready for a loud, crowded welcome party full of drunk bikers and pack alphas. When I’m done, I put everything down and pull my hair into a loose bun, letting two strands fall around my face because it’s the only thing making me look like I tried. I stand and look at myself properly for the first time. The outfit isn’t even sexy, which is funny considering what Calix asked for. It’s just a simple white tube top and a yellow maxi summer skirt—the soft, flowy kind that brushes my ankles when I move. Clean, light, and easy. Definitely not his “dress sexy” assignment.

She replied. “I said the pervy ones I was going to keep to myself.” He replied just as quickly. “I see how this is going to work.” She said. “So, here is your surprise.” He said as he handed her a bundle. She opened her inventory and saw the new outfit and the different new tonics for her character. A fortune worth of things. She sat there looking at everything and then back to the outfit which wasn’t much there. It still surprised her that some of the best armor for women’s characters were the ones that showed the most skin as well.

It reminds me of the outfit that I saw Gretel wear in the movie Hansel and Gretel. Almost the entire outfit is made of leather. The vest is covered in straps and buckles that I can hold various objects in. There are knee high, leather boots to match. Instead of black leather though it is all a light brown leather that is much softer than I am used to feeling. The outfit screams bad ass but the color helps tone it down enough that it does not seem too intimidating either. Hopefully, this will help the pack to accept me today.

Today a special event—the games day—where she would be actively engaged with the children, and she knew that practicality and comfort would be key in her choice of attire. Sophia rummaged through her wardrobe, searching for the perfect outfit that would allow her to move freely and participate wholeheartedly. She opted for a simple yet stylish shirt, pairing it with a comfortable pair of jeans. The light fabric of the shirt draped elegantly, and the jeans hugged her curves in a flattering manner. Sophia knew that this ensemble struck the right balance between casual and put-together, allowing her to feel confident while being actively involved in the day's activities.

Instead of following her, I make myself comfortable and lay on my bed, hoping she will get bored and go home. Instead, she comes out with a pair of black jeans, a belt with a silver wolf’s head as the buckle, and five coloured shirts. ‘You must try this one on first Boo-boo,’ she smiles and hands me a silver-grey shirt,’ ‘Can’t you just pick one? Then I don’t have to try it on?’ ‘This will be more fun, Magnus.’ Rolling my eyes, I sit up on the bed and remove my shirt. ‘Magnus, my-my, you're so much more masculine than I even imagined,’

Taylor grumbled as we all climbed out taking in the sight BookCon was far bigger than I had even expected and that's saying a lot considering how much I had played it up in my head. We had entered through the back and instantly been dragged to hair and makeup which was surprisingly fun. They had styled my hair into a neat bun with a deep blue eyeshadow look. Blairs hair had been curled into waves that matched her ocean eyes that were complimented further by the Smokey eye her makeup artist had done. She looked stunning to say the least. I couldn't take my eyes off her in that white dress that showed a bit more cleavage than I would've liked considering half the world would be watching.

“Oh. My. God. You are going to totally rock the night.” Ashlyn slipped her arm through mine. She’d come over early so we could get ready for the big Tori party together. We did the two-hour shopping trip last weekend to get all the things that we would need to make our appearance known. The thigh-high stockings, high-heeled ankle boots, and of course, the tight little black dresses that clung to our bodies like a second skin.

She presses her lips together and gives me a stern look. I used to fear those looks when I was younger, but as an adult, I simply know I won’t win the battle. When she sinks her feet in on something, she seldom changes her mind. Several books of tuxedos lay across the table in front of us. Each one is opened and a young lady flips through a few pages of the book on top and points out a few outfits. With a soft grin, she glances up at me and politely says, “This one will look good on you. It will complement your height and your build.”

Now I love the boots, but the dress, not so much. Starliss' pick was more my style. The first pick was a black leather romper. The outfit looked right and shorter than my usual with a gold punk waist chain belt and gold chains at the sleeves. She wanted me to wear it with black roundhead lace-up platform punk boots. The lace was gold. The second pick was a short black high-waist skirt with pink punk chains dangling from the sides, a black crop camisole, and a pink extreme crop top. The camisole had sexy pink lips printed on the front with "Daddy's vixen" written under the lips. I could see myself wearing that with fishnet stockings just to glorify my legs even if it makes sense or not. I sen