Ethiopian Traditional Clothes Price Novels & Stories

The first photo. A girl. Pale. Thin. Brown eyes wide with fear. Hands cuffed behind her back. Kneeling on a platform, surrounded by armed men in black. Price: 280,000 Euro. He flipped to the next. Blonde. Crying. Naked except for a velvet collar. Price: 310,000. He slammed the folder shut. “This isn’t a fucking trade fair.” Leone’s smile curled. “No. It’s a fucking kingdom. And kings need tribute.”

Not counting my grandfather's gems, I actually took 180 million. '180 million?' Kristen Oliver was surprised, too. This 180 million is a bit outrageous. However, Mr. Old Oliver laughed: 'His craftsmanship is worth the price, and his clothes have room for appreciation.' 'Clothes can appreciate? I heard it for the first time. ' Anna covered her mouth and exclaimed, she really has long hair and short knowledge. Bai Qi took a closer look and smiled: 'The clothes have been sold so soon. Who bought them?' 'It's me.'

Or we just went according to his plan for the day. “So, what are we buying?” I asked as we walked around. The clothes looked so beautiful, but the prices looked so exaggerated to my eyes. A dress I could buy for $10 back in Nairobi City was going for over $50. That had killed my joy. That was not even expensive. It felt like robbery to me. “Pick whatever you like,” he said. I laughed nervously, thinking that he was pulling my leg. But one look at him was enough to know that he wasn’t. He took me shopping, but couldn’t he have found a much cheaper place?

After she heard Yosef say that, she immediately realized that Yosef was planning to buy her this yellow dress, while the lilac-colored dress was for Yvonne. She was surprised as she did not expect Yosef to buy her such expensive clothes. Although she had not looked at the price tag and she did not know the brand, she knew the clothes here were probably expensive. After converting the currency, any one of the dresses here would cost more than 10,000 Coreuluan dollars. She was afraid that this dress would cost ten of thousands of Coreuluan dollars. She asked, “Brother Turner, why don’t I change out of it? Aren’t you buying these for Sister Yvonne?”

The saleswoman flashed a welcoming smile and ushered them in. “I want to see all the pieces from your latest collection, please.” Alex requested gracefully. The saleswoman bowed slightly, left, and then returned with all the clothes Alex asked for. “Here you go, sir. These are new. To be honest, we haven’t gotten around to putting on display yet.” Alex nodded and began to look at the clothes one by one. Areiza was also looking at the clothes when she caught a glimpse of some of the price tags. The lowest she saw by far was around forty thousand dollars.

Simran ran her hands through the clothes softly, the material looked so soft and good but the cost was less than its actual worth. “Aunty, these dresses are super cool but the prices aren't matching with it. The price is so low!” seeing the price of the dresses, Simran gasped. The old women looks surprised hearing her, she is the first customer who said that, else people would complain that their prize is more than needed for a fabric material low like that. “No one buys them with this price and you are saying the prices aren't matching?” The old women asked annoyed. They have tried to export them to some big enterprises but everyone denied it saying the price is high for a cheap fabric lik

Lam Tu Han also did not see him smiling strangely, took a pen and paper on the table and started to calculate, on one hand said: "This costume has an original price of at least 50,000, it doesn't seem to be a second hand product, considering you are a I got injured after saving me, so I think I'll get a thousand yuan back from you." Leng Feng looked at her in surprise, is this also collecting money from him? Moreover, I used my own money to buy my own clothes, it seems a bit unspeakable, isn't it? "How? Don't want to?" Lam Tu Han generously touched the clothes on his body and coaxed him to say: "Look, this is really the measurement that fits your requirements, some international brand can se

Me getting freaky the previous Friday night and the ₦4 million sitting pretty in my bank account. I quickly took my phone and checked if the ₦4 million was still intact. Seeing that the money was still there, I smiled and prepared to leave the room. As I had worn my yellow faded top and brown skirt, I picked up the red dress that Lucy had chosen for me from the Blues Clubhouse, and I saw the price tag on the dress; it cost ₦18,000.

“The vault is wide open for a High Alpha like Logan. Every garment in that glass sanctuary is from the ‘Eternal Bond’ collection, stitched by the finest omegas in the Citadel using moon-spun silk.” Mr. Jarvis chirped as he saw me hesitate. I looked at the shimmering fabric and immediately felt a knot of guilt in my stomach; in our pack’s hierarchy, a dress like that cost enough to feed an entire border outpost for a year. I quickly turned my gaze toward the simpler racks, trying to stay grounded.