Gacha Club Outfits の小説・ストーリー

"Sell my outfit. Giana, go pick something up from the mall next door, and I'll change into it." If she remembered correctly, Oscar had given her this dress the morning after her first solo exhibition. She had worn it more times than she could count. The cut and craftsmanship had never gone out of style. That was why she had reached for it yesterday without thinking. Whatever the occasion, it had always felt right. "Clara, you don't have to do that. You clearly love that dress. If we're selling something, let's sell what Elara's wearing. She's always getting into things anyway. She won't even notice."

West, we would love to formally welcome you to the underground club as a member. She hands Ava a gold credit card and her colored bracelets, which are compulsory to wear as they describe what you want from the club. Pink, if you're into exploring with women. Blue, if you're into exploring with men. White, no sexual intercourse, but all other play is okay. Red, if you're happy to explore sexual intercourse in the club. Yellow, if you're looking to explore with just one person. Green, if you're looking to explore with more than one person.

“Hmm… it’s been forever since you’ve been able to get out so let’s go with something flashy tonight.” I made my way over to see what she was messing with and saw bags full of articles of clothing, accessories, and shoes. They weren’t just regular street clothes either- these were all clubbing outfits. Tube tops, six inch stilettos, chokers, you name it. “Are we going to a club?” I asked, shocked. I had never gone clubbing before. I never had the money for clubbing outfits and drinks. Everything went into rent and being able to afford food each month.

“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

This isn’t who you’re going to be anymore, Claire. I took my time in the shower, letting hot water sting my skin until it flushed pink, as if I could wash away everything I didn’t want to carry into this next chapter. By the time I dressed, I’d chosen comfort but with intention—leggings that clung just right, a fitted tank, and a jacket to throw over it. If I was going to step into that world, I wanted to look like I belonged, even if it was only the surface. The tennis club sat tucked behind tall iron gates, the kind of place where the landscaping itself whispered about money. Perfectly trimmed hedges, fountains that sparkled in the morning sun, and a clubhouse that looked more like a mansi

Pathetic. I returned to the club, of course. This time I was wearing something from my closet, something I had never worn before and something I hadn't sold. It was the one thing I probably wasn't going to sell until I got a chance to wear it. It was light, nudish pink, almost the same color as my skin, but sparkly. With plenty of cutouts showing all kinds of skin, enticing people to touch and sample. I shivered at the thought of whose mouth would end up where, worshipping me the way I deserved.

Today, I would tag along with Kai to one of his clubs to try and find out what Vanya is hiding from the rest of us. Hopefully, I get to see Ilya or at least meet the rest of the pack. Giving myself a last once over in the floor-length mirror, I smile in satisfaction. I am rather pleased with the outfit I chose for today; a deep red halter neck swing dress that hugged my curves flared out and ended just above my knee. I wore a little leather jacket to complete the look and slipped on a pair of ankle boots, too. Hopefully, I will make a good impression.

“besides, you were so busy you didn’t notice.” My eyes drift over her outfit properly now. Giana is dressed for a night out. A short black dress clings to her frame, the fabric shimmering slightly under the warm lights of the room. Her hair falls in loose waves over her shoulders, and she’s halfway through applying mascara with the focus of someone performing a delicate surgery. “You’re going out,” I say. “Obviously.” She rolls her eyes. “Where?” “Club,” she answers simply. “Aria’s idea.”

She leaned in with an odd smile on her lips, “I was thinking, how about we wear matching couple outfits next week. Since next week’s club day, we can run a little royalty stall and give out royal items like tiaras and necklaces, to students for free in exchange for them voting for us.” I frowned, “I’m fine with the handing out of free royal items but um…I don’t know about the matching outfits. Isn’t that a little too over the top?” “It’s not,” Toralei replied. “I don’t think matching couple outfits would increase our chances of winning.” Toralei lowered her gaze a little, then exhaled, “Okay. It’s not like I already made the matching outfits” She slowly rose to her feet and said, “I’ll make

According to me, quite posh as well. As soon as I got out of my Honda, I saw my clique already huddled together. My brows knitted as I was approaching them because Chelsea and Emika weren't in their work outfits and their faces were covered with dark makeup. Chelsea was wearing a black, bodice hugging dress that reached her thighs while Emika wore a blue crop top and tight leather skirt. "You both..." My mouth hung open. "I feel betrayed now." I pouted. Shivaay looked livid for some reason and Keith just completely ignored us, his gaze stuck on the door which led inside the club. "And also out of the loop."