Clothing Styles Novels & Stories

I said giving a pity look to him. "Why may I ask?" He replied in a sweet yet respectable way. I wish he spoke like this even when we were alone. Such an asshole. "Because you Men have only specified styles of dresses, unlike us," I said with a dramatic hair flip like in sitcoms or dramas. Before Adam could answer the manager spoke first. "Yes, mam. And we have all the collections, from traditional to modern." She said with a proud smile. "Huh, salesmen tricks." I thought and sighed internally.

In the dressing room, three entire wardrobes were filled with work uniforms, categorized by style: cheongsam, Thai, Japanese, Korean, English, French, Italian, and so on. Regardless of the style, all these work uniforms were uniformly cinched at the waist and low-cut. In the case of the cheongsam, since it couldn't be low-cut, it was designed with a water-drop neckline, revealing three points at the chest to highlight the cleavage. Bianca was amazed and asked, "Miss Maddy, how much is your clothing allowance each month as a housekeeper?" Maddy snorted, "Why is it always about money, so vulgar! For work clothes, I will wear whatever I want to wear, there's no limit!"

“How are you?” He pulled her out of her thoughts. “It's okay…Is this your wardrobe? Let me pick something for you." The small hand opened the cabinet. Inside are a lot of clothes of all kinds. From vests to t-shirts, sweaters, and jackets. She looked at the wardrobe and was a little stunned. The rich are indeed full of branded goods. She conveniently chose for him a short-sleeved T-shirt mixed with baggy pants combined with active sports shoes. Outside is a youthful denim shirt.

She's just making it worse, acting like a spoiled kid won't solve it. When Madethy and I reached the bathroom, I looked for a top but I never saw one aside from dresses, skirts, two-piece and one-piece swimsuits, leather, and cropped denim jacket. I sighed and took one bra and the cropped denim jacket. Wearing a bra underneath a jacket or long sleeve cardigans isn't a big deal to me anymore, I just got used to it. It's part of my style, anyway.

He didn’t know much about weapons, since his knowledge about weapons from the previous world is only about guns, and he could only see a few guns and pistols there. The clothing store, however, is kind of unique. It sells hunting gears, obviously, and Claude even eyed something for a good few seconds. But it also sells armor, and armor dress. It reminded him a bit of that animated movie about a certain female knightess with blue battle dress. The difference is this one’s red, and not as puffy. Clearly, the dress’ skirt is just an accessory, because there’s also a pair of long armor pants and boots underneath the skirt.

She stroked a finger over the shiny faux-scales. Clothing was a relatively new concept among Mers. Many still used their long hair for covering up or the shell-and-kelp method, but that was mostly the older generations. She had a wonderful collection of Human clothing at home from sale day at the Salvager Market, but it paled in comparison to this selection. Dresses, skirts, bathing suits, shorts, tops, pants… racks and racks of everything… She’d died and gone to Shopping Olympus.

He inquired, his body straightening and his hands tucked inside his pocket. "This is not my style!" I stared at him, wide-eyed. "I cannot wear such long dresses!" I nodded in denial. "What is the problem with these dresses?" He examined the dress in my hand before sharing a look with me. "They are all designer clothes!" He simply shrugged his shoulders. "I am not interested in designer clothing. " I let a sigh out "These types of clothes cause me anxiety." "I prefer comfortable clothes—so I would like to wear mine!" "Your dressing style is quite different from Victoria's!" He said this while rubbing his thumb across his forehead.

Coward. Faced with the prospect of my first day as a personal maid to Alpha Caden, I stood before the closet, contemplating the array of clothes hanging within. Uncertainty lingered in the air as I sifted through the options, seeking the perfect balance between professionalism and comfort. How did I pack so much clothes? Eventually, my fingers gravitated towards a pair of figure-hugging skinny jeans, their dark hue complementing my skin.

Maggie sighed, “fine.” “First things first. Name someone from a movie or show who’s style you like.Then tell me what you need your clothes to do for you. Do you want to be able to work out in them? Do you want to look hot? Do you feel comfortable showing your stomach or legs?” I asked. Rishi nodded, “good questions. Also, what are big no’s for you, as far as clothing.”

"Ouch, ouch! So bad luck this morning. Why am I being so weak? Usually, I can anticipate things like this." Totally 15 minutes. I just finished poking my head through the eyelet of the light blue shirt I chose. There are only dresses. The pile of clothes that Loko brought were all knee-length dresses, both short and long-sleeved. Gosh, he said to pick the one that best suits my taste. In fact, none of the clothes fit my taste. I really miss sweaters, T-shirts, and faded jeans. Where can I get those comfortable clothes? There was a knock at the door, firm but not urgent.