Padme Slave Costume Novels & Stories

Enough to see me through for a few days. “King Caleb has ordered a new wardrobe for you, but such things take time to prepare,” the person in charge tells me. “These items should suffice in the interim.” “They do,” I assure him. The last slave to enter carries with them a vase of fresh peonies. She hands it to me without a word. Amazed, I look at Bethany. Her eyes are wide. When the slaves are gone, I hurry to change my outfit. Giving the dress I had been wearing to Bethany, I tell her, “If we could make it less revealing, I would love to keep wearing your designs.”

I already know my way to the field because Lady Delia took me there the other day. I walked past some guards, and slaves who were also rushing to the field to work. They were all barefooted, but I had an animal skin sandal on my feet. Should I put this off? I looked around, and saw a very beautiful lady. She wasn't wearing a sack dress like the other slaves, instead she was dressed in an elegant dress that looked like that of a Princess who lives in a castle.

The maid led Darryl to a drawing-room, but he drew a sharp breath the moment he stepped inside, for there laid Madame Pandora seductively on the soft couch. She was wearing a long, white dress made out of The Nine Continent silk, which gave the dress a half-transparent quality, making Madame Pandora even more seductive. Her face was slightly flushed as if she had had some drinks beforehand. Her lazy, relaxed body, coupled with her unique seductive aura, would cause any man to go crazy with lust. It took Darryl ten seconds before he snapped out of his trance. He quickly walked towards her and bowed respectfully. “Greetings, Madame Pandora.”

Their costumes blended eras: some in tailored Regency tailcoats, others in Roman togas that barely concealed their arousal, a few in Medieval armor stripped to the waist, revealing scarred, muscular bodies. I entered the center of the salon wearing nothing but a sheer, flowing white gown that clung to my curves like mist. The fabric was so thin it was almost transparent, my nipples clearly visible, the slit up the side revealing the smooth skin of my thighs with every step. Gold chains adorned my wrists and ankles, and a delicate collar with a single pendant rested against my throat — a symbol of my status as the night’s centerpiece. The Masters fell silent as I walked to the raised central

Maya-maya pa ay lumabas na si Rich at maarteng pinupunasan ng pink na panyo ang maluha-luhang mga mata. "Brace yourself and hail my Queens..." Iminuwestra pa nito ang braso para ipresent ang mga ito sa kanila. Naunang lumabas si Jam, she is portraying The Palace Princess, she is wearing an elegant peach-colored hanfu with a beautiful hand-painted dear and flower embroidery on the upper area of the robe, top with a cream see-through shawl that has also flower embroideries on its corner. Her accessories and hair ornament are made out of rose gold and ruby stones. Her innocent face matches the soft palette of orange making her look so adorable.

I could feel Armand seemingly wanting to burst out of my body. I looked closely at the guests who had come identifying them carefully. I thought my mate would be one of them, but a single figure suddenly made me stop in my tracks. How is this possible? I stopped where I was in disbelief and sized up the slave in front of me. Her clothes were tattered and torn, her thin dress had long since faded, and she was filthy. The indistinguishable color of her hair dragged behind her back. The worn shoes could still faintly see the toes. Is this the person? This slave? this dirty slave?

"Don't you dare claim to love the woman whose life you stole. You are only alive because our Alpha wants to see you suffer. If it were up to the pack, we’d have fed you to the forest shadows the moment you arrived." They didn't speak again. They dressed me in the bundle they had brought. It was a gown made of the finest, most translucent silk I had ever felt, the color of charcoal and ash. It was designed to be beautiful, but its purpose was cruel. The neckline dipped dangerously low, and the sides were slit up to the hip, held together by nothing but thin silver chains. It was a garment for a concubine, a plaything—a visual representation of my status as a slave.

Jesus I couldn’t just say fuck. “Alright then. You’re a smart strong woman, Rose, I trust you’ll be able to handle anything he throws at you.” I hold my tongue at telling her that maybe selling myself isn't the smartest thing I’ve ever done, but the point is moot. “The rest of my costume?” I ask dropping my robe. I’m standing in just the white thong and heels. My brown hair is long enough cover my small breasts, but I’m still essentially naked. Samantha doesn’t answer my question, and goes about placing the clear straps around my arms securing the wings in place.

It was the first time since the silver ambush in that freezing cave that I was permitted to leave the grounds. And the only person I wanted by my side was walking just half a step behind me. "Are you certain you should be out here without an armed escort?" Jade asked, glancing nervously over her shoulder at the palace gates fading in the distance. She wore a rich plum-colored day dress tailored with soft velvet trimming that framed her collarbones and swept neatly over her full hips. Her dark hair was braided loosely to one side, exposing the smooth, unblemished curve of her throat.

You'll end up rather impressed than disappointed. Madinah wore a tight black leggings and a long, purple, indian-gown with a black pashmina that fits her well. She hanged her long-armed, purple purse and wore a shiny, black sneakers to match the outfit. Zayd on his own was wearing a casual, white polo shirt and a black jean. This outing was what Madinah needs at least, to Zayd. He stared at her from time to time, admiring how gorgeous she looked even without baking her face with makeup 'the way most girls do'. Madinah grabbed his right arm as they walked but Zayd shivered to her simple touch. He flinched as if bitten by a mosquito, looking confused.