Phantom Thief Outfit Novels & Stories

She gasped. Shadow jumped off the tree she was on, crossed the small black metal fencing, and landed on the floor. Wearing her official long sleeveless coat hoodie - on top of the hoodie had tiger eyes and ears. The sleeveless black clothes were underneath the coat, the long pants pairing with black flat boots. The familiar attire of the chieftain was well-versed. “Long time no see, Caramel Latte Macchiato.” The creepy mask and the dangerous glint red pupils of Shadow flashed upon the beholder.

Chapter Seventy-Two: Ready to Bond Phera POV: Wearing the white kimono gown that Newmara had picked out for me, I made my way through the pack house. Beneath the gown, I had on delicate lingerie, something that made me feel both nervous and empowered. The thought of my mates seeing me like this, for the first time, was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.

Plus it only works on werewolves so if I am fighting a human nothing will happen. After the match I quickly grab the money I earned for the fight then move to the cleaning supplies closet. I grab my bag that I hide behind a box and empty it out. I quickly change into my bartender outfit and sigh when I look down my body. I hated the bartender outfit. I looked so - slutty. The outfit consists out of black converse , black jean shorts that stop just under my bum and a black crop top that showed most of my flat stomach. The crop top had the bars name on it in gold 'the ring'.

I take a step forward and he reaches out to pull me against his chest by the waist and drops a kiss on my cheek. "I haven’t seen you in an outfit like that in a while," he smirks. I stare down at myself. The black hood drapes low over my face, the edges soft but heavy. I’ve got a thick scarf looped around my neck like I’m prepping for a snowstorm, even though the airs only mildly cold. My sleeves are tight to my arms, covered in that worn velvet-like fabric. Over it, the leather bodice hugs tight and laced up the front. The brown skirt flares out unevenly, rough at the hem, and underneath are leggings that Asterin said were sewn from rattle skins. The belt—wide and old, but solid—is buckled

UNKNOWN POV It’s been one hell of a week running around, bussing all these tables and getting these drunk men to keep their wandering fingers to themselves. How can they even when the only things Phineas lets us wear is some shiny, barely-there silver slip that clings like a second skin. The hem barely brushes the tops of my thighs, and the neckline dips low enough to tease but not reveal it all. Just enough to keep the tips flowing. Thin spaghetti straps dig into my shoulders, sometimes falling off and keeps me wondering when my shift comes to an end.

(AN: And god damn I don't know how to describe clothes so hey just gonna post a link to you guys what it looks like if my description is shite you can g****e Killia from Disgaea 5 and his outfit is kinda like that but with an addition of the black shirt). He opened his package and got his new outfit out from the box, his outfit consists of a jacket with white furs on the neckline and a red dragon motif on its back, a black sleeveless shirt and black tight jeans, a fingerless black glove and a brown combat boots. Overall he looks badass. After a few moments of adjustment he started finding what's new power he posses on his body but during his investigation, there's suddenly a black rift under

I wasn’t too concerned with the Alpha of this pack as my livelihood and house were more important to me. The path I took through the forest led me out of pack territory and into neutral territory to check on my house, happy to see that no one had been there since I left and that everything is still intact. This meant that the Soulless have not reached my house yet. Leaving the duffle bag in the kitchen, I run upstairs to take off the clothing I wore when raiding and switch to the Tracker outfit I had. It was an Iga Hakama Flat Hood Ninja suit with exceptionally lightweight black Damascus steel armour that only high-ranked Trackers were given in any pack. The all-black attire blends into the

“Did they also charge you credits for your hair tie?” Recalling how expensive it was, Liu Feng scowled. “Yes.” Seeing how he refused to disclose how much it cost, Akiko did not probe further and paid the NPC 300 credits to receive her slime skin armour. Apart from the very eye-catching orange colour, the slime skin armour was soft and flexible. It felt like water in her hands, and Akiko decided to wear it beneath her clothes to avoid attention, logging out for a little while to change in her virtual room instead of in the dungeons.