Novelas y relatos de Corset

she replied in a low voice. Sometimes, Cora can be lazy, but I don’t tolerate it. I went to where I kept some bags of clothes meant for display. I pulled out the clothes and started dressing the mannequins while Cora joined me. The outfits were beautiful, consisting of a V-shaped short bodycon gown, a long sleeveless gown, an orange pencil skirt, and some other fine clothes. “Wow, this outfit looks good on those mannequins!” Cora exclaimed, elated.

The corset was encrusted with black gems that shimmered mysteriously in the light. "Soulstone crystals from the depths of the River Styx," he explained. "Each one holds a blessing from my people. They will protect you from the crushing weight of divine auras." I brushed my fingers over the stones, feeling the raw power humming inside them. "We have not wed a mortal in a thousand years," his voice was tight. "If the gown is not to your liking..." "It's beautiful," I cut him off. I touched the skirt. The fabric curled around my fingers like soft water. "It's the most beautiful dress I've ever seen."

“Actually, I'm planning on getting her two. I mean I can't very well send her over to you for measuring and expect her not to know why you need those details, but I don't think she'd expect me to shamelessly abuse the situation like that.” Beth chuckles, although I'm not sure if she approves of my plan. “Okay, two. The question remains the same, what do you have in mind?” “For her birthday present I thought about some less restricting, shorter one, you know like the satin underbust corsets that also made it into the H&M racks?” “You mean the fake, 'I'm so hip because I wear a corset' ones?” I grin at her disapproving tone.

The sight of him fills her with a mix of dread and morbid fascination. She hurries over to the wardrobe, her fingers fumbling with the intricate latches as she struggles to open it. Inside, she finds an exquisite yet unsettling ensemble - a corseted bodice adorned with sharp metal studs, a full skirt of midnight-black silk, and a choker with a glittering obsidian pendant shaped like a serpent's head. With shaking hands, Hazel begins to dress, the garments fitting her like a second skin. The corset cinches tightly around her waist, making her feel both exposed and constricted.

I'll have a dance competition today, it's quite a busy morning. I prepared some equipment such as a thin and comfortable shirt that I will use for my underwear when I get dressed up later. I didn't forget to put in some make-up equipment, a comb and a corset. The corset is the most important asset for us as dancers. So that the cloth and kebaya that we use can look neat and comfortable to wear. You can't miss it, you can take off my cloth later.

The dress that Lily left on my bed seemed to have her own brightness. It was dark blue with decorations in silver. The fabric felt very soft and comfortable with a gradient that made me fall in love at the first instant. I was lulled into a starry night. I wore a corset, which seemed very complicated to put on. The sleeves were long, but left an uncovered part of the chest, with a half moon in the centre. It fell long, so it would be difficult to move once, but it would be worth it.

After the maid's announcement, Rita and Conny descended on me with the focused, slightly terrifying energy of a pit crew at a Formula One race, except instead of changing tyres they were lacing me into approximately seventeen layers of the most beautiful and structurally oppressive clothing I had ever encountered in my life. The wedding dress was — okay. I'll give them this. The wedding dress was extraordinary. Ivory silk that pooled at the floor like something liquid, with intricate silver embroidery along the bodice that caught the candlelight and threw it back in pieces. The sleeves were long and fitted, the neckline modest by modern standards but apparently quite daring by medieval-regen

“I love this material. How did you guess my size?” “That’s a trade secret.” The woman clapped her hands together just as her mother did only a few minutes ago. “This is going to be so much fun. I have many more styles in that size that you will love too. Oh and you have to buy at least one corset. Just one.” “A corset? Don’t those hurt in the long run?”

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

She ignored their shocked expressions at the refusal of the necklace. Cory smiled at the gown. It was resplendent with its pearly pink satin skirt and its beaded bodice. Her shoulders were bare which was a daring choice but she liked it. She even liked the corset and the tapered effect it had on her waist. The corset was boneless so she did not feel stifled. She softened the look of the rouge on her cheeks with her own fingers, ignoring the gasps from the ladies. “Everything but the necklace,” she said. “Thank you!” She added politely.