Characters Outfits Novels & Stories

Perhaps he was, as I suspected he just wanted to hurry up and get this over with so we could start beating the game. “I know that the wedding armor is unique to the player, depending on their character, but this armor wasn’t listed in the diverse types of wedding gear. Why is our outfit vastly different from what others can get? Also, shouldn’t there be an option to change the color?” Before answering, he let out a long sigh. “I designed these myself. Also, no one knows I designed them, so I won’t need to worry about being spotted. Since I designed them, I didn’t see the need to change anything, like the color. If you don’t like it, you can always change it into something else. The quality i

"I'll be out in a second!" She flung open one of the cupboards, breathed in the alluring scent of new, expensive clothes, and picked out one of the most expensive outfits there. Ten minutes later, a well-dressed Charlotte appeared before Jim. She wore a long, black dress with a red trench coat draped over it, making her look elegant and charming. She twirled in front of Jim and asked excitedly, "How do I look, Jim?" Jim squinted as he stared at her and fell silent for a while before finally saying, "Why don't you change into something in another color?

Charity squeals running to look closer at the outfit Taylor is holding up for the rest of us to see. "Alright, I am finished," Emma says, stepping away from my view of the mirror so I can look at myself. I don't even recognize the woman in the mirror looking back at me. My red hair cascades down my back in soft curls that frame my pale face. Emma gave me smokey eyes and winged eyeliner, with my eyebrows perfectly shaped. My usually full, pink lips are painted with burgundy lipstick that accentuates the rest of my features. I quickly change into the outfit and boots Taylor picked for me. As soon as I am dressed, I turn to find the others have also changed into their clothes. All four of us ar

Her arms crossed, shoulders stiff. Charles looked up—and winced. "No," he said straight out. René, designer, grasped his pearls. "But it's Balmain." "She looks like she's trying out for a music video," Charles retorted. The second was silver—skin-tight, mirrored, agonizingly shiny. "Not a Christmas decoration," Charles muttered. "Would you prefer I wore a garbage bag?" Fiona retorted sharply. René drew in a breath. "Do not tease me. I have a notion."