Moulin Rouge Outfit Ideas Novels & Stories

"There is no other place in the world that I want to be, more than next to you, I promise." The hours passed and I started to get ready I put on an extremely sexy dress, red in color, at the waist and with an open skirt with ruffles, that accentuated my body, I wanted to drive Marcus crazy tonight and I knew how to do it. We needed this to be together and have fun, it was really something we needed. Marcus was ready with his black pants and black silk shirt with the first 3 buttons open, the sleeves rolled up revealing those muscles that drove me crazy when I saw him.

I had gotten the invitation, and never had the intention of going… But I guess it's time to show him how It's done. "I'd be there." I smiled inwardly. "Same here, right beside you my queen." Brown kissed my cheek while staring at Reggie. I played along and acted like I was into him... so, I smiled and kissed his cheek as well. ~~ The dress code was red, I had no idea why, but I think it represents the color of the wine. So, I had red lipstick on, while my dress was a sleeveless red gown, which I had gotten from France.

Rose changed quickly, her movements half-hearted. She didn’t pay much attention to what she wore, grabbing the first outfit she found in her cupboard—a red halter top, black leather pants, and ankle boots. Simple, yet striking enough. Corbin was already waiting in the hall, dressed casually in a blue collared shirt and faded jeans, a relaxed smile on his face as he watched her approach.

Now… What is the perfect colour to bring a man to his knees? Red. I chose the sexiest dress from the wardrobe. Slipping it on, I just about got it zipped up. It was tiny, with my height it just about covered my behind, my legs were on full display. Applying some smoky eye make-up and deep red lipstick, I finished off with some highlighter. Putting on some heels and curling my black locks before running my fingers through them. Finishing with a touch of fragrance, I looked in the mirror for a moment. It felt like I was Morgana Araton, princess of the Sanguine Empire, once again.

She beckons me to come to her. It's a relief to see her. As I make my way through the crowd, someone hits on me with a "Hey, sexy." I ignored him, only interested in Nate. Amber is wearing Dolce & Gabbana's red mini dress, a popular brand, as well as a Christian Louboutin red heel, another well-known brand. I dreamed of wearing one day. Her hair is curly as usual, and Sookie wears a mini blue ripped short with a stylish black blouse that's fitted to her body like a sports bra, sculpting her large breasts and a black heel.

The bar was fairly crowded for a Thursday night. I kept my makeup light, and I wore a black bodycon dress that ended mid-thigh and had an open back with several straps that crisscrossed over each other. I figured black was appropriate since I was mourning the loss of my mate. He wasn’t dead, but with the way my heart was shattered, he might as well have been.

The Burgundy Bowed Tassels of his shoes were screaming attention. While Scarlet was looking more beautiful than an angel. Her maroon, off sleeve, floor length gown was perfectly complimenting His Mauve suit. The waist band was tailored in a butterfly design with slight golden and silver shimmers, while the free end was left to hang around. Her hair were arrested in a Barbie bun atop her head, while some wayward strands of her hair were falling over her rosy cheeks. With the slightest of makeup, she looked like a Diva and the rose gold earrings were hanging down her ears occasionally brushing the shoulder blades. A simple sweet, one-diamond necklace was looking alluring over her slim neck. Th

It was his way of telling her to wear more vibrant clothing. She picked out the red gown she had decided on for the event. After nearly an hour of getting the dress on with Aunt Margretta’s and Jannet’s help, she applied her makeup and got her hair done to finish the look. She slipped her feet into the dazzling red Louboutin and did a small twirl in front of the mirror. The dress was off-shoulder, with a deep sweetheart neckline and puffed sleeves. This brought out her creamy bare shoulders and the dip of her cleavage in a more dignified manner.

If I play my cards well, I can recycle them against him. “I am so sorry, Madam! We will just replace the dress.” They said as they beg for my mercy. “Just the dress? Those jewelries have also been an inconvenience for me! I do not want the ‘Mrs. Wilson’!” I grabbed the Dior Ultra Rouge lipstick in the shade Ultra shock and swiped it on my lips. I will be shocking everyone tonight. I looked around the measly executive suit and saw a beautiful cowl-necklined sequined black gown with thing-high slit. It was worn on a headless mannequin with a white faux-fur coat draping upon it. As soon as I lay my finger on the dress, I felt a rush of excitement. It is calling my name – Morgana, Morgana Aless

"So what do you think?" I bend towards the side of her face. She's wearing a black jacket zipped up just enough to reveal her braless cleavage, a jean skirt, and knee-length boots. "Too soon for that, don't you think?" She sways to John Martin's lines and I join her. It doesn't take long for us to get noticed. Our dress sense can give any regular clubber a hard-on. Mine is a red skin-tight gown, courtesy of Anna, which should have ended at my knees if one side hadn't been scissored up to the end of my ass.