Novel & Cerita Medieval Nightgown

It was short, a wrap-dress style with long sleeves that were fastened by leather cuffs at the ends. “How… quaint,” I grumbled as I hung it back up. There were some other items, too—a pair of leather pants that looked too big for me, a couple of cotton blouses that should never see the light of day, one long gown that seemed more fit for a party than anything else… There was a sheer white nightgown, though, which I pulled out and laid on the bed. It was long enough to reach my ankles, with fluttery straps around the shoulders and a golden cuff to go around the neck.

Meanwhile, Anna placed the dress on the table near her and left after bowing a little. Abigail then removed the other layers from her body and let them pile up on her piled gown. Soon, she was left only in her undergarments. When she saw her big boobs hanging loose after the corset fell down, she wished she could go back to earth and get the designs of the bra and make the people here stitch more for her. She ran her finger on her fleshy mounds and felt relieved. She could feel her sweaty chest was being caressed by the cool air. She even stripped the last piece of clothing on her body, her panties. The panties in the medieval age were really irritating. They have to be tied which causes an

Jonah hastily released Sasha's hand. Sasha was wearing a deep purple nightgown with intricate lace flowers. Most importantly, it was a sexy design with a deep V-neck in the front and backless down to the waist behind. I had specifically prepared this nightgown for my wedding night. To think she had not only usurped the house meant to be my marital home, but she had even put on my clothes—it was as if she was already the lady of the house.

His fucking eyes! So now, what in God's name is she wearing? A black silk nightgown with thin straps that stopped just on her mid-thigh and fit just right on her pleasantly shaped body? And to top it all, the front was a deep V-plunge neckline that showed a lot of her cleavage. To every girl, this could be considered as a simple nightgown, and for someone like Ava, he knew she can't possibly put this on to seduce him—unfortunately for whoever the victim would be, she was already doing a number on him.

I didn't ask anymore, annoyed at the vague ominous tone. I dried myself and went into the bedroom. When I saw the silk night dress left out on the bed, my face heated. I held it up to her. "What is this?" "A nightgown." Her lips pressed together as she eyed me. I knew they were all kept here to watch me. "This barely covers anything." It was see through, feathery light in my hands. They didn't expect me to also sleep with him! "You have finished the mating ceremony, Blue. It is now time for the mating." She said as if reading my mind. She held out her hand for the nightgown, and I handed the light, barely existent piece of fabric to her.

I give him a light smile and instantly his face lights up. We are matching tonight. I am wearing a midnight blue gown. It’s simple. Its flowy velvety fabric flows down to my toes. It has beautiful designs threaded on it by golden embroidery. The back is quite revealing and something in me tells me that he’ll be running his hand all over my exposed skin several times during the night. He is wearing a shirt made of the same color and material as my gown, matched with a pair of black trousers. Above it, his thick, black velvety cloak rests. The left breast of his black cloak has the emblem of our kingdom embroidered on it with gold.

He handed her the package he had in his hand, and when Brenda opened it, she found a beautiful dark red satin nightgown, short, low-cut, and with very thin straps that crossed at the back down to the waist. She, horrified by the idea that Giovanni would imagine her wearing it, simply thanked him coldly. He stared at her intently. "Aren't you going to try it on? I'd like to see how it fits you; I'm not sure I got the size right." "Sorry, it's not my style. I'm a decent girl; I don't wear harlot nightgowns," she said with a hostile tone. Giovanni's expression hardened, and he replied, "Despite everything, you should keep it. Maybe you'll need it someday."

The clanking of armor. Soldiers were running through the palace in the middle of the night. For a second, I thought it was a continuation of the dream. But the sounds became too real, too loud. And, as always, too annoying. I threw the covers aside angrily and jumped out of bed. I was still wearing my soft, lacy nightgown, and over it I threw one of my most luxurious robes, wine-colored with gold detailing. I wasn't going to look like some peasant, even rushing.

“Does he not want me to play his wife anymore?” She turned from the window, securely encircling her waist with the satin ribbon of her robe. Under the correct light, the robe, a deep sapphire blue, was thin and almost completely transparent. A nightgown intended for elegance rather than comfort. a garment selected by personnel of the mansion, not by her. Sitting on the edge of her big bed, she used her fingertips to follow the silk sheet embroidery. Is he even decent? She said silently to the vacant room. "He claimed poison doesn't affect him." About his blood... something about it.”

Zena showed her a thin, short dress that made Regina's face flush with embarrassment. "Must I wear clothes like that? Is there nothing else I can wear?" cried Regina, her head spinning at the sight of the clothes she was seeing for the first time. "This is the nightgown we have been preparing for a long time, Your Grace. So you must wear it tonight, for if you don't wear it, would you want to go to bed tonight in just a robe? The robe is actually very easy to take off, just pull the string and it will come off completely," she said.