Gacha Club Clothes Novels & Stories

Michel ordered. “I’ll have the same as him,” I told the man. He nodded, gave a slight bow, and then walked away. “He’s not wearing any clothes,” Sin whispered. Bella smiled, Michel chuckles, and I just pulled her closer to mine. “Take a good look around, doll. Most of the people here aren’t wearing any clothes.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “As punishment, some slaves or subs had a piece of their clothing removed. The servers wear harness lingerie so we can identify them from the club members. Not all of them are naked though.”

Cali greets him with a hug, and a light kiss on the right cheek- genuinely excited as she greets River at the entrance of the club. "Took some convincing," he shrugs, marvelling at Cali's outfit, impressed by her style and makeup. She looked much different than she did at work, but it was expected, and she pulled it off well. A black lace, faux leather, mini ruched, club dress. The material clings to her body, outlining her womanly curves and ends just above her knee, with black cross-strap and open work designed Pumps to match. The perfect outfit for a night at a fancy club party, where even the elites visited.

Not that it matters, nothing she says will stop me from wearing it. Her version of “decent” is what I’d call nun attire. She picks out what looks like a full-length gown. Boring. ✧✧✧ And now, here we are at the infamous Daxology Club. An exclusive, members-only establishment catering to the wealthiest and most powerful clans. It’s a blend of a pleasure club and a high-end social hub, though I’m still unsure of everything that goes on here. This is only my second time, after all.

; Kelly muttered with a kink smile on her face as she gestured for Hinata to go pick a dress quickly. Since she was new to this she just walked side by side against the nicely arranged dresses in the mall, nothing caught her taste till her eyes caught something. She grab it and walked into the changing room. When she got out she was now wearing a mini tight-fitting gown, that shaped out every part of her curves, it was a pinkish dress that was sleeveless and it also has a picture of Chinese art knitted by the side of it. she walked right to the wall mirror to check out her looks when out of a blue a blond came attacking her.

Chelsea added, voice dripping with mock sweetness, “let it be known—I’m doing this against my better judgment and under extreme protest. This? This humiliation? Was earned.” Tyler muttered something about cruel and unusual punishment. Chelsea gave a dramatic sigh and snapped her fingers. In an instant, the guys were no longer tragically dressed like they lost a game of magical strip poker in the ‘80s. Their usual attire—jeans, combat boots, dark tees, and the occasional leather jacket—returned in a shimmer of golden light. Except. For. The. Fanny packs. “Oh, hell no,” Jax said, tugging at the glittering pink nightmare still attached to his waist.

I on the other hand is in a short turtle neck long sleeve fitting red gown which was picked by Hana and I'm almost regretting the length of this dress. Thank the heavens for the long sleeves but I'm still half naked with how this gown hugs my hips and exposes my round legs for men to see. My girls are chanting words of confidence in my ears all the way to the club. There is a long line of people waiting to get into the club but we immediately go to the front since Hana got us three ticket invites which gets us in without hesitation. The club is huge and packed with people drinking and making acquaintance, some women already throwing themselves at men and the men willing to please them.

18 : "Date" Date 18 Gage looks so handsome right now and it's making my tummy churn. He smells so good too and I wanna dig my face on his chest and smell him. I wanna kiss his neck and just sniff him all night. He was wearing a baby blue button down shirt with the sleeves folded up to his elbows and popped three buttons open. His chest was showing and a silver cross necklace was hanging around him. His tattoos were visible too and it's so sexy of him to sport such clothing. He can totally rock it. He paired it with his usual style, the skintight black pants and some black boots. His long curly hair was hanging loose and every time I see him, he gets more and more handsome.

“Shit! Ah damn it! I forgot about that trick. I guess I rushed to get you home and didn’t think about my clothes… For once… Damn it, that was one of my favorite shirts. And those pants were limited edition too. Oh! My bracelet! I had that thing for at least a month now! I’m never going to find clothes like that again. Not unless I have them custom made. Maybe I’ll do that. I’ll get my tailor to see if he can recreate that style. I bet he’s going to charge me extra too. I’ll have to bargain with him. First I need to find a picture of me in those clothes. I’m pretty sure I wore that same outfit a few months ago. Maybe it was sooner. Hopefully it was sooner. I don’t want to go digging through t

he whispered, laughing when Clary huffed in his direction. "Ignore your dad, my precious jellybeans, have as much as you like" Clary whispered, smiling as they greedily sucked away at the bottles. "Where did the clothes come from?" she asked when she realized that the Walker and Cahya were wearing little blue onesies and Hennessey was wearing a pink one, all of them covered in little moons and stars.

She clutched the edges of his jacket on her body closer to cover herself when she saw his gaze roving over her “You’re the one who tore my clothes, so obviously it is you who will buy me new ones, do you have any problem with that?,” Rebel shook his head in exasperation and sighed Women are such troublesome creatures, he made a face and fished his phone out of some corner of the seat and dialled a number “Buy me a set of women's clothing, undergarments included. Height about 163 cm and her size is about 38-32-34 and…,” Rebel watched and estimated her sizes from top to bottom unabashedly “Get it to the parking lot of the club where I was last night.. Hurry,”