Cornrows Women 소설 & 이야기

He kept the delight in himself and on how proud he is for Essi of getting Mansha's favor and ready lens to see the performance and quality of Leal Vetement. "Yes, Mansha. She wrote a special article for them. If they would continue thriving until summer, I might need to meet their founder." Before Oneil could add that Essi is among the co-founders, Niana remembered what she had noticed on Corrine's dress. "She's wearing Leal Vetement." Oneil couldn't even easily notice it. "How did you know?" "A special mark was on the edge of her sleeve. I never knew that Corrine would like to get clothes from small brands."

Rosette observed as Cindy confidently strutted out, dressed provocatively in a schoolgirl ensemble. Cindy exuded a youthful aura, likely the reason for her outfit choice. Her honey-brown hair was styled in playful pigtails framing her face, adorned with heavy makeup that slightly added years to her features. Her perky bosom stood out in the tight white blouse, complementing her tall stature and long legs showcased by the short skirt. Despite her appearance, there was an air of innocent sensuality surrounding her.

Both Liam and Thora looked back at the same time and saw Corie walking toward them. Corie was still wearing a vintage long dress that day. Her shiny hair was draped on her shoulders. She had minimal makeup on, and the skin under her neck was fair. Corie's voluminous curves under the collar of her dress were bouncing as she walked, making all the end unable to tear their gaze away.

Her ebony skin is incredible, and even in workout clothes she’s a knockout. I take her hand and smile in return. “If Mak will keep me on after the first day. Sorry but I have no experience whatsoever.” “I’m Corinthia, but please call me Cori. There’s not much to the job and with your voice, you’ll rock it. Curiosity will have the other girls showing up today, which isn’t the usual on a non-pay day. We’re a nosy bunch but for the most part friendly.” “Is Lina causing more trouble?” Mak asks her.

"Of course there's no way for you to run, but I like to force myself onto women! It's more exciting that way!" Corinne sighed, and her expression faltered. "But the ropes are affecting me. Hear me out: I used to work in a special job when I was studying to earn more money. I'm good at serving people, if you catch my drift. I guarantee you'll experience the most exciting, exhilarating time of your life." The men cackled upon hearing her words. "Oh? So you're an expert, are you? Where did you work before?" "I worked part-time in Twilight before."

The lace could be found in accents on the side and the tiered edges of my three-quarters sleeve. I was no stranger to showing a bit of skin as a member of the aforementioned Southern packs, but even I found myself blushing at the squared neckline of my corset, showing the plush tops of my sizable breasts. I had no jewelry to move the eye, so I worried men's gazes would linger more than was socially acceptable. Having had no time for myself and the abruptness of my invitation, the women of the servants' quarters did the best they could with my hair. They had folded my dark locks into an intricate braid, weaving in cheap bone beads that could be mistaken for ivory in the right light.

-Aahhh…I miss my phone. The door swung open, and a gorgeous dark-skinned woman entered the room. She was holding some papers on her right hand that she switched to her left in order to shut the door more efficiently. She had long dreadlocked hair held back by a brown ribbon and a black eye patch on her right eye while her left eye was the colour amber. She was dressed in the same attire as the female mercenaries had on, plain trousers, boots and a white long-sleeved shirt with an external black corset that framed her figure.

Harvey frowned before thinking about the situation. “Did you find out who the woman was?” Arlet hesitated momentarily. “I did try. I also got the six Hermit Families to help… “But we couldn’t figure out who she was. “That said, she wore traditional clothing. The people around her were the same, with swords hanging on their waists. They looked completely out of place compared to everyone else. “Many people do cosplay nowadays, but I don’t think that’s the case here. “The woman’s name was Kora, I think.”

It felt like my nose was bleeding. Ignascha didn’t seem to be affected by the smell at all. He just stared blankly at the women running to different men to embrace them, before turning his attention to his empty tin. Diesel ran up to one woman who came running over with her arms stretched wide. She was heavily pregnant; as were all the other women. This woman had long brown hair that was tied at the top with a plain white band, and had several other bands wrapped around the length to stop it from tangling. Since her hair was tied back, it revealed that she had two tiny, silver horns curving down to her pale blue eyes.