Padme Slave Costume Novels & Stories

I was already too skinny, and my skin was too pale. After she placed the veil on my face, she scanned my clothes one more time. She had given me a costume that resembled Jasmine’s clothes in the story of Aladdin. Only mine were not harem pants but a long skirt with a long slit. My breasts were pushed up, and my stomach was exposed. I also had nothing underneath my skirt.

ELIZABETH: The night air was electric with anticipation as I slipped into my costume, a stunning batwoman outfit that hugged my curves just right. I couldn’t help but admire myself in the mirror, the way the black fabric shimmered under the dim light, making me feel both fierce and glamorous. Beside me, my best friend Cheryl was putting the final touches on her Cleopatra costume. The golden accents of her outfit sparkled like sunlight, and her dramatic eye makeup only added to the regal vibe she radiated.

Just a thin dress that was so sheer I could see Deirdre’s smirk through it. “I’m expected to wear that?” I asked. Deirdre pulled the dress over my head. It didn’t even have arm holes; it was just a long strip of fabric with a hole cut for my neck. The flaps came down between my legs in the front and back, exposing the sides of my body completely. She fastened it with a rope belt around my waist, but it didn’t do much. “It’s what the Rogue King wants for his slave.” “I’m not a slave,” I repeated.

Armando pointed his gun at her, but his eyes hungrily roamed her body and a slight smirk formed on his lips. Ana was wearing a tight short black leather gown that just covered her butt a little, with a bob wig and killer heels that matched with her outfit. “Here is your coffee, master Armando,” She fluttered her eyelashes at him as she sat on the edge of his table showing off her milky laps, offering the cup of coffee to her master. Armando collected the cup from her and dropped it on the table, almost making the content of the milk spill on the table. He was angry, and he would lash out on his slave and make sure she would satisfy his pleasures.

Most of them were very well dressed, with tasteful, understated jewelry to boot, like some Lunas or at least very high-born ladies whose families had probably sacrificed to escape the wrath of the Dark Lord. I fought tears and huddled in a corner, trying to think of anything other than the fate that awaited before me the moment the wheels stopped. An hour later, a woman separated from the group shifted closer towards me. She wore a fine dress that looked like it cost more than my entire wardrobe put together. From the pearls that adorned her throat and her large opal ring, I could bet she was a Luna. They tended to wear jewelry to symbolize their pack’s status, so I was given Paige's heavily

"Are you ready, Lara?" Odessa's voice calls from the other side of the bathroom door. I stand in the bathroom, staring at my reflection. I pinch the delicate fabric underneath my fingertips and scoff at how it feels. Is this what humans wear for entertainment? How was this functional? I stare at myself, admiring the girl looking back. The gown is beautiful, an iridescent silver knee-length gown with an open back. Odessa showed me how to make a simple braid and wrap it around my crown to create a style for my hair. I suppose it's nice to look elegant. I rely on my uniform of black shirts and khakis and a ponytail when I need clothes, but I doubt it would be appropriate for what Noe has planne

He said. I held up the rose and she grinned. "He is so fucking dark and mysterious." Johnson's slave said. I tugged at the dress he'd left and altered my hair to restore my rabbit ears, taking pleasure withinside the reality that the dress matched my ears. The black color with the shimmering silver layout down the straps and throughout the chest in a wavy sample. There has been no footwear and I took that to intend that he preferred a barefoot little slave. I stared down at the heavy material dress after which I found out something that made me squeal. I saw a ballet circle and the material flared out and up to reveal off my cane tracks.

"I'm not just a nobody. I've fought for my place here, and I will continue to do so." Her laughter echoed through the room, a chilling sound that sent a shiver down my spine, the chimes of her amusement hanging in the air like the ominous tolling of a funeral bell. "Have you forgotten your past? Not as a slave, but as an outcast? You can wear the crown, but it doesn't erase what you truly are."

The jacket she was wearing was also open, and several buttons of her inner shirt had come undone, revealing her fair and smooth stomach. Her abdomen was slender and flat. Under the soft light, her skin seemed to emit a sparkling milky white glow. Dave narrowed his eyes, looking coldly at her exposed stomach, where several rather long and obvious scars were clearly visible. The scars looked like rough stitches, resembling ugly marks crawling on her skin. These scars completely ruined the beauty of her body, making her smooth stomach look somewhat terrifying and unsightly.

Chapter 4. A Surprising Request Jade's POV She smiled down at me and showed me a tiny dress. "This will suit your figure." I looked at it and made a yuck face. It was made of black net and extremely flimsy like a dress of cheap mosquitoe net. The neckline and the bottom was beaded with white pearls. Once again, I was reminded the p*rn actresses from adult movies. I have seen many wear those in the start of the episode.