Outfit Dark Academia Wanita นิยาย & เรื่องราว

At the end of the second bout, Naralayn’s face which had started with a grin ended with a scowl. They found Ariadne waiting for them at the fountain, dressed in one of her more casual clothes. The brown shirt that veiled her torso was the color of an aged burlap sack, and while it did much to conceal her femininity, the black trouser screamed her features in a sharp contrast, grabbing her at all curves. Their morning lessons were the only ones where they were allowed to wear anything but their school uniforms, and while Kilvic had only the one pair, his friends had at least ten pairs between them.

After that, we went back to our room to take a shower and get ready. When I finished taking a shower, I took out my uniform, gosh, it's so simple but she's beautiful, because it's just Coak with a Color gold lining on the side of its sleeve and a Campo de Iris Academy logo on its heart, she By the way, the cloak that serves as our uniform has three colors, black, white, gold, when you wear black it means you are a man, when it is white it means you are a woman, and when you wear gold it means you are one of the royalties, as for the interior, they say we will take care of our interior, even if you don't have an interior you can hahaha...

The horror of the woman doubled when she saw Ace running toward her. She was surrounded by the same styled women like her, they're in sparkly, silky dresses and the woman Ace called auntie was in the middle of them, she was on a midnight blue strapless sequined dress, she wore a white faux fur shawl that draped around her arms. She looked like someone that came from a Rococo Art that paints aristocrats on a swing in a flowery garden or having a cup of tea with a blue bird. She gave Ace a sharp look. "Don't call me that!" she spat and her friends who were beside her rolled their eyes on him.

He had already made up his mind to buy her the outfit anyway. Andi looked at herself in the mirror. The shirt was a crop top with puffed sleeves. A solid color that stood out against her brown skin. She could see the hint of yellow in the plaid skirt with lace trim. It looked good on her. She didn’t mean to speak out loud. “Wow!” Jace heard her exclaim in shock. He knew she had the outfit on and from the sound of it she loved the way it looked on her. “Let me see you in it.”

The Forest of Divination, Faerie Fawn I looked in the mirror, turning this way and that. I felt sexy as hell and secretly wondered what Fallon would think. Geez... I need to stop with that already. A pale pink suede crop top was paired with soft, low-rise, pale pink suede pants that laced up. The softest white suede boots with pink fringe encased my feet. My aunties would have had a fit. I’m surprised they let Freya leave it for me.

he said. The students at the Ithea Academy of Alchemy, also known as The IAA, were expected to dress elegantly. This school's boys wore plain bronze-colored Dacron trousers that went all the way down and partially concealed their Chelsea boots. Long, white, and undercoated gloves, as well as a thick orchid belt, were worn with them over an almond short-sleeved shirt that was barely tucked into their trousers, they wore a conventional jacket. A long tie with bronze and orchid horizontal stripes hung loosely in the center of their sometimes unbuttoned jacket.

Julia’s POV The late afternoon sun spilled golden light through my bedroom window. I stood in front of the full-length mirror, smoothing the hem of the dress Jake had ordered for me from some chic online boutique he swore by. The dress was a deep emerald green, sleeveless, with a fitted bodice that flared into a soft, flowing skirt that hit just above my knees. The fabric shimmered faintly when I moved, catching the light in a way that made me feel like I was glowing. Jake had insisted it was “perfect for a party,” and for once, I didn’t argue. I paired it with strappy shoes and a gold necklace with a pendant.

“I’m sorry, princess. The king forbade the real uniform. Said the regular one was a luxury your entire existence cannot afford.” “Give it to me.” She hesitated. “Princess… The king might punish you…” “I said, give it to me,” I repeated coldly. She quickly pulled out the actual uniform from the bottom of the trunk like it was contraband. Crisp white shirt, fitted vest, pleated skirt that would barely cover my ass, thigh-high stockings with little crest embroidery. Sexy academic fantasy shit. Perfect. I love it. She reached to help me undress, fingers already on the hem of Adrian’s shirt. For some reason, her eyes lingered…too long, too hungry…on my body.

OLIVIA I stood in front of the full-length gilded mirror, staring at a stranger. The reflection looking back at me was the picture of academic innocence, yet I felt like I was wearing a lead suit. Adrian had personally selected the outfit from my closet, his fingers lingering on the fabrics with a terrifyingly calm domesticity. He had chosen a pleated, knee-length plaid skirt and a crisp white button-down, but it was the final layer that made my skin hum with a mixture of comfort and dread.

She’s taken this job especially seriously, as she seems to think I’m much more experienced with men than I am. It starts with the cutest black lace bra and panty set that I had sitting in the back of my drawer for this normal college girl experience I wanted to maybe have. The next layer consists of some black pleather leggings and a long-sleeve black T-shirt. There’s a perfect maroon, oversized, chunky sweater to keep me warm in the arena. The finishing touches are a fluffy black infinity scarf and my warm black snow boots. To keep my hair from turning into an electric science experiment from the scarf, I pull it into the messiest messy bun, pulling a few pieces loose around my face for tha