Idol Outfit の小説・ストーリー

The reason why I’m combing my hair carefully and making sure nothing’s stuck in my teeth even though I brushed my teeth after drinking blood is because of my wife, my beautiful wife Sofia. What can I say? She just brings out the best in me. I’m in a sleek, regal military-inspired outfit in black and crimson. It features a tailored high-collar jacket with red gemstone buttons, a diagonal crimson sash, silver chains and a dragon-shaped shoulder brooch. A dramatic red-lined cape drapes from one shoulder, paired with fitted black trousers adorned with silver accents and knee-high black boots. My gods, Sofia has me meticulously inspecting my outfits. Very soon I’ll know the names of all the cloth

Soft traditional music played in the background and I wondered where it came from as I saw no sound system. I sat at a corner alone, admiring how beautiful everyone looked and condemning my dress. I wore a short black dress with diamond glitters. I had jade necklace, bangles and earrings. Diamond studded piercings on my eyebrow and lower lip. I wore light makeup and flat sandals. I hated my outfit and wished to have these beautiful patterned wears and colourful beads instead. I wished to go barefoot and wondered how these native cosmetics would look like on me. "Why is Grand Commander of the Universe alone?" Jide whispered in my ear, making me jerk at the ambush.

We saw Orora waiting for us in the living room, and when she sensed our presence, she raised her brows at us. "Shall we teleport now?" She asked impatiently. I just smiled at my sister, who, for the first time, wore a bright outfit. She was drop-dead gorgeous in her simple strapless one-piece attire that exposed her beautiful collarbone and flawless legs. "How does your outfit stay like that?" Demeter asked, creasing her eyebrows at Orora's top. "Did you put magic in your attire tonight?" She referring to the strapless dress. Obviously, Orora put some hocus-pocus on her attire. If not, her dress would have fallen on the floor, leaving her with only her innerwear.

Rose sighed as she looked at them. "It looks like some kind of a game where you get punished..." The attire that Aden provided for him to wear, which was reminiscent of the women's garments that were distributed as part of the punishment game, was given to him to wear. It was dainty and elegant but ripped all over the place. It was covered in so many studs or jewels that it made my eyes water and hurt. It was acceptable for him to wear a pair of baggy trousers that exposed his thighs all the way down to his knees and a shirt with a neck hole that was as wide as the hole that he put his body in.

" she murmured looking around, because she didn't want to have to run into Valeria again. "Wow, you look beautiful!" He said, looking Isabella up and down. "Thank you, I... "Wow! He looked her straight in the eye. "No, really, you're beautiful, too bad you're my cousin because..." Aiden raised an eyebrow maliciously. “I don't even want to imagine how you would look if you wore some makeup and clothes more in line with your age. "What?" Isabella looked at her outfit. She wore a simple dark green floral dress, sleeveless, with a knee-length bell skirt and matching sneakers, it was a simple outfit, not ostentatious.

“I'm always accurate.” In order to come up with a perfect comeback, Idara had to study Tayo's outfit for a moment. Basically, he was wearing a brown cap, a sleek wine-colored jacket with grey stripes, an off-white T-shirt inside, coupled with a fitted dark blue jeans, and a pair of reddish palm slippers. The man surely had a dope fashion sense.

Deliberate. Ilda stepped forward, her black leather boots clicking against the concrete. She wore a fitted black outfit—high-waisted pants and a black blouse tucked neatly into them, the deep red of her coat draped elegantly over her shoulders. A black cap covered most of her hair, and large sunglasses shielded her expression. Except for her lips. Painted a striking shade of crimson, they curled into a slow, taunting smile. Reaching him, she crouched down, eyes gleaming behind the shades as she reached for the edge of the tape.

"Too distracting?" Yeah. I heard him clearly. Oh, I’ll show him distracting. ****** I changed into something worse. A black bodycon dress that clung to every inch of me like it was painted on. Long sleeves, high neck—but sheer. Sheer enough that the outline of my lingerie teased beneath it, enough to make anyone double-take and regret it. The dress was even shorter than his own. Isadora's wardrobe never disappoints. I added sharp heels– higher than the first one– blood-red lipstick, and pulled my hair into a high ponytail. I blinked cutely at myself in the mirror, giggling.

Idara exclaims as she comes to where Rogue and I are, her right arm is locked in a man's arm who is looking to be in his early forties. She's wearing a slim hand silver gown reaching just above her knees. She has a silver necklace around her neck and a crucifix pendant on it. She's wearing natural makeup on her face and her hair is in a braided style which she let fall to her back, making her look even more beautiful than she already is. The man beside her is in a black three-piece suit and trousers. His head is completely bald with no trace of hair left on it. Nevertheless, he is a good looking man and Idara looks good beside him.

Frier’s POV I didn't have any special thing planned out for his so called parents to I'm just gonna go with the flow and play it by ear. We arrived their presence and as usual Adam was looking sharp in his tailored made attire. Tonight he wasn't on a suit and I wondered if the creative design of his outfit had a meaning linked to his retirement. It had a distinct theme to it. The layers of fabric were formal but not sophisticated, unlike Juliet’s screaming dress. Everything she was embedded in had an intention and it was clearly to feed the eyes of those who cared to envy.