Sylvie Cosplay Novels & Stories

I knew logically that any apology that came out of her would be fake but deep down I hoped that maybe this was our turnaround moment. Or at least I hoped that it was our turnaround moment. I walked into the café and saw Slyvia sitting in the corner of the room dressed like she was heading to a board meeting and ready to kill anyone in her path with those heels. She wore blood red lipstick that added to her Cruella vibe and her hair was pinned into a tight bun. She was dressed the part of an evil villain. The only thing missing was her fur coat and the puppies she slaughters. Okay, I needed to play nice. I was here to hear her out.

She made her way out of the room as soon as she was done, heading towards the living room to see both Brett and Remus ready. ''You look hot!'' Remus whistled. Strapped in a black body con shirt over black cargo pants, Sylvia did look pretty. Her jet black hair was tied in a high ponytail, giving her face the attractive feel it always had. She had no makeup on because she didn't see the need. She was going to the wharf to fight and not to flirt or dance. ''Get your eyes off of my friend.'' Brett seethed. ''Sorry boss, too late.'' Remus smiled.

she introduced herself. “Kelley.” “It’s nice to meet you, Kelley,” Sylvie said. Kelley looked her over. She was of medium height, had long midnight, black hair with a pair of striking blue eyes. She dressed nicely, showing that she had some sort of income. Her shoes were expensive as was her purse. “And why is that, Sylvie?” “Because you’re Kelley Alexander,” she said. “You wanted my attention for a reason, you’ve got it,” Kelley said trying to figure out who this woman was and trying to determine if he knew her.

Sandra said when she had pulled away from the hug. I laughed and looked down at my simple outfit. I knew she was lying. “Oh please, I’m the one supposed to be telling you that. You look like a million bucks.” And I wasn’t even exaggerating. Sandra’s skin was shiny and her hair was big and beautiful. Her eyes were shining with laughter and she looked so happy. I envied her for a moment. “Okay, so I see I am going to have to give you a lesson on deflecting my compliments again,” she said with a cross look at me.

One was an angel, and the other was the evil twin. She just finished dancing. Her denim ripped short pulled up, showing the viewers of her long shaped legs and a piece of gorgeous round arse. She sat back in front of the screen, making her warm and seductive eyes shone on the camera. I was one hundred percent it was Westley. Her hair right now was a wig. It didn’t look lively on the screen. She was using contact lenses, and this time, it was gray. Sindy Kate was typing an answer to her viewers.

She stood with her arms behind her back, her feet planted a solid eighteen inches apart, constantly scanning every store we went into. What was she trying to prove, that she was as good as the males? Her clothes reflected her profession, the gun carefully secured in an ankle holster. Sylvie had made certain to share that very detail before we left in her personal car, one sleek black Charger. She even wore her insanely red hair in a tight bun and hadn't taken off her dark sunglasses all day. What had surprised me was the very feminine dress she'd brought for me to wear, the vivid colors completely unlike the drab olive green she was wearing.

Not that she needed it. I sat with her watching Xavier play. The girls came over and talked to Silvy, laughing at the kids' antics. I stayed with Silvy the entire time not caring about the looks I was given. I’ll answer my brothers and sisters questions later. After about thirty minutes Xavier calls out. “ Sissy, come play with me.” “ Sure buddy.” she said. Silvy stands taking off her purple cover dress to reveal her purple bikini. Well, I call it a bikini but it looks more like small shorts and a sports bra. More covered than the last time but still showing more skin than I would like.

More outlandish. As they paused at the top of the stairs, Xavier turned to her. ‘Are you ready?’ Sylvia held her breath, feeling like a princess in a fairy tale, or maybe Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, with her strapless red sheath gown and long white opera gloves that went up past her elbows. ‘Yes.’ When Xavier had first seen her in this dress, he’d choked out a gasp. ‘You are without question,’ he’d said hoarsely, presenting her with two black velvet boxes, ‘the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.’

Silvia. Wearing a silk slip the color of sin, thigh-high slits exposing long legs that made even the female crew pause. Her dark hair tumbled over one bare shoulder, lips painted a deeper red than the dress, and her gaze - smoky, distant, powerful - belonged to a woman who didn’t just know how to seduce the camera… she owned it. And beside her? Reynold.

Mizuki smiled at Jade. Sylvie shook her head saying, “They’re showgirls. They don’t wear a lot of clothes but it’s not just stripping. They can sing too. Men and women both like to see the show.” She looked back at me and said, “No. The lower level opening will coincide with the show tomorrow. I can’t wait to see it. The magic used to expand the area worked well and captured your vision flawlessly.” After Sylvie’s explanation Jade turned to Mizuki saying, “I do like clothes. I just don’t like the stuff you want to trap my lady parts in. They need to breathe.”