Styles Of Clothing Novels & Stories

continued the magazine reporter. I stared at the girl, who was grinning and battering her lashes at me, and my insides sighed in exasperation. I’m not sleeping with you, if that’s what you’re after. Jeez…. Smiling, I replied, “I used to have one. T-shirt and jeans. Now, my personal style is creativity. When I’m off-work, I wear the concepts of aspiring designers and stylists. This here—.” I pointed to my shirt and pants. “This is put together by a very young stylist.”

Or gods or whatever. There were several of them casually mingling around, dressed in various different colours. And completely different styles of clothing, ranging from victorian to modern. From early 50's to classical greek togas. Some of them were simply entertaining themselves with a drink whilst others chatted and laughed so animatedly. And there were others who-

Lani nods in a daze and proceeds to the dressing room as directed by Kane, slowly opening each closet door. In the first compartment are various designer dresses from renowned brands worldwide—short summer dresses and long autumn and winter dresses, ranging from simple and delicate to sophisticated styles suitable for events. Each dress has a distinct design and color, but they share a common trait—they are all exorbitantly expensive. Trying to maintain composure, Lani opens the second compartment. This section contains home attire, often made from soft, stretchy, and comfortable materials. Kane knows Lani prefers loose-fitting clothes, so these outfits are deliberately larger than Lani's us

The assembly sat perfectly still, a dazzling sight. The clothes they wore were a strange mix of history and future. Some sat in medieval-style long dresses of rich velvet. Others wore sleek, futuristic silver suits with armored plates and glowing blue lights. Finally, one group wore simple, smart business suits. It was a jarring mismatch of eras and styles, yet no one seemed to find it strange as they all faced the front, waiting for the lords to speak.

Even though she was a bit tired, she was still happy. This time, there were 180 pieces of clothing for the show, all of them exquisite. They were filled with a new fashion style, and were also the dominant color for the next season. In the blink of an eye, it was time off a long day of work. As a newcomer, Kinsley was being ordered about by seniors.

My feet are killing me and I haven't even bought anything yet. Jane has been picking out some outfits for me but they just weren't my style. We both have two different clothing choices. She preferred more revealing and bold coloured outfits while mine are more covering and light coloured. I preferred skirts and flowy dresses and she preferred tight dresses and short shorts. I preferred long-sleeve shirts and she preferred vest and short-sleeved tops. Completely different styles Some of the outfits she did pick out I really liked but wouldn't look as good on me as they did in her

But Alvira wasn't even done yet. "Sir, the whole idea of coming here was to get you some casual items of clothing. Casual clothes are clothes worn when relaxing at home, taking a walk, or going on a stroll on a beach! These!" She pointed to the pile of clothes he had chosen, "Are clothes that are chosen when you have an important meeting with the president. And that!" She said as she pointed to the beige green shirt he was wearing, "Could make you lose a multimillion naira contract by its look alone." She said and Simon busted into laughter.

There were even a number of items of big brands that had yet to appear on the market. To a big man like him, clothing was one of the most important things to them. The clothes they wore didn't only have to not be branded, but they also had to be the newest arrival of a brand in order to prove their strong fashion resources, as well as prove their status within the industry. Even though Nathan had owned a ton of clothes, he did not seem to wear much of them. He would wear the suits to the office and when he was home, he would wear onesies while he would just go straight commando when he was in the bedroom.

My love of fashion is an occupational habit since public relation is the crust of my multibillion-dollar business. The vents inside my closet are on a timer to release my favorite scent, unlike most people who select clothing by maybe their favorite color. The selection of what I will wear was about smell and touch. I determine what I want to wear by how it feels to my touch. I rub my hands over my silk shirts and cashmere sweaters, trying to decide which fabric will work for tonight. All my clothes are gray and dark custom-made to fit my slender solid physique perfectly. I inhale the scent permeating every single thread of the outfits in my closet. Finally, I selected what to wear tonight.

My Master leaves me, like a kid in a candy store, investigating the wardrobe, working my way through beautiful fabrics, expensive designer labels and gorgeous fuck me dresses. All the clothes are beautiful, stylish, and well-chosen, with a good mix of themes and styles, but as I work my way through them, it dawns on me what the common themes are. Firstly, they are all just my size—how does he do that? And secondly, every one of them, in some way, is easy access. The lovely garments might be demure on the surface, but every one of them has some form of flap, wrap, slit, lace, or button that would allow an experienced hand an easy way in. I pick out a cocktail dress with a tightly fitted bodic