Intermission Outfit Novels & Stories

I raised an eyebrow. “Fine?” He shrugged, the corner of his mouth twitching—the closest thing to a smile I’d ever seen from him. “Better than Cole’s idea of getting us all drunk again.” Cole gasped and the room dissolved into laughter. Thursday arrived too fast. We dressed nicely, as instructed—Mira in a flowing dress, Hori in something effortlessly cool, me in a simple but elegant outfit that felt camera-ready. The boys cleaned up well. Kyrian especially, in a dark button-down that made his shoulders look even broader.

Soft loungewear, something loose and non-restrictive. His hand paused suddenly on a particular garment tucked toward the back. A sleek black backless dress with a striking golden snake design holding the fabric together at the back. The exact dress from the masquerade night. His breath caught harshly in his throat as memories flooded him—the way it had clung to her body, He chuckled low, a dark and intrigued sound that echoed in the ruined room, and carefully placed it back on the hanger.

Tim interrupted her and winked at her. After saying that, he looked at her glasses with disgust in his eyes, waved his hand, and said, “Take off your glasses quickly. By the way, buy a new set of clothes and put on makeup during the lunch break.” “Okay.” “Is there any other problem?” “Do I need to change back into my old clothes after the client leaves?” Estelle asked. ‘Tim doesn’t like beautiful women. I’d better keep my ugly image at other times.’

“Please let go.” “If you could come back another time, ma’am, wearing something a little more…” He looked her up and down. “...suitable.” Rome exhaled sharply and glanced toward Cayson, still entertaining his fan club. She turned back and forced a polite smile. "Please, I just need five minutes. I’ll leave right after. And come on— aren’t there women here wearing far less than I am?" “I’m sorry, but we follow strict—” "If my outfit was really a problem, then why didn’t the lady at the reception stop me? Was she not trained on the rules?"

Mary ran her finger through the hangers and stopped when she found what she was looking for. “I thought of placing you in the middle and at the end of the show.” She explained to Serene, who was just listening to her. She picked up one hanger from the rack and gave it to Serene. From it hung a tiny piece of clothing. “This one’s a bit conservative.” Mary gave her a wink. Serene took the hanger and inspected the swimsuit that hung from it. It’s a black halter top and a high waist bikini. “You’ll wear this when you come out first, which is towards the middle of the entourage. Then for the finale, you’d be wearing this...”

As the murmur of the audience faded into silence and the pre-show track began to hum under the speakers, Raiden leaned over once more. “Hey,” he said softly. “Hmm?” “I’m really glad you’re here with me.” I looked at him and smiled. “Me too.” The music was a deep, brooding instrumental track. Atmospheric, echoey. Like the inside of a cathedral with a heartbeat. The first model appeared, wearing an angular, structured coat—thick, slate-gray shoulders embroidered with delicate golden threads, like vines growing over stone. Each outfit was unexpected. Sheer lace paired with boxy denim. Heavy velvet paired with glass-clear plastic panels. Past and future layered over one another in perfect chaos.

Dom The dress is olive green, expensive, structured at the shoulders, and the wrong side of comfortable. Oliver told Oba what he needed and Oba sourced it overnight through a contact in Milan. It has a lining that hides the wire in the seam at my left hip. The wire feeds a clean signal back to where Oliver and Chana are running comms. I check my appearance again in the mirror of the gallery's small entrance vestibule. Hair pinned. Lipstick a shade of pink I would never wear in real life. The shoes are the worst part.

The garment ended just under his kneecaps without a single wrinkle, exposing his attractively muscled calves and manicured bare feet. The tightness of the garment made it so it wouldn’t shift while moving to prevent revealing more skin than intended. If there was one thing Azrin could complain about, it would be the “ease of access” panel at the back. By design, the omega couldn’t fasten or unfasten it by himself. This he knew was something Lexus had to add to the garment for it to be proper omegan attire.

Matthew asks, shaking his head slightly. “I believe it’s tulips; it’s not working for me either” Simone answers, pouting her lips slightly as she examines the outfits again. Up next was Kimberley and Lucas. Kimberley was in a white dress with a black rosette over her left breast and Lucas was in black slacks and shirt with a white handkerchief in the right pocket. “Ying and Yang did Ying and Yang” Roberta laughs, as Kimberly and Lucas head back to the end of the catwalk.

" 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. Of course, there were much more beautiful and striking clothes in the boutique, but that didn't interest her. That was one of the few outfits he could find according to his taste and that could serve him for a modest life after the cruise ended. "Hey, Isa..." Aiden settled into the seat next to him. "Does it bother you if I stay at this table with you?" "No, but..." "Great, because I think I'd be better off sharing a table with you, you know..." Aiden winked at him. “At the table of the exiles...