Theory Silk Blouse Novels & Stories

The digital clock on the table displayed the number 07:21. I observe my looks in the mirror from top to bottom. River's handpicked dress fits my body perfectly. A sleek silk weave shapes this elegant dress with adjustable spaghetti straps and a cowl neckline. The A-line maxi skirt with a thigh-high front slit showcases my legs, which are set in silver ankle-strap high heel sandals. My shoulder-length brown hair was slightly wavy, with a deep side parting.

If you let him see it, he couldn't figure it out. "This is a fragrant Saffron Silk. It can't be bought on the market now, but he knows the master who can make this kind of cloth. I want to invite him back." When it came to the clothes and the design, her face was always shining. "This kind of material is soft and thin. It can't wrinkle and is particularly drooping. It's very suitable for the summer clothes." When it came to her own realm, she was always able to talk about it with ease.

Truly exquisite. "Mister, you surely do have a charming taste in clothes. This piece is a summer collection called Silk butterfly, due to its luminous texture and the it's made from finely weaved, silk fabric with strings of silver chains to represent elegance and nobility". The female attendant flattered, certain that the clothe had caught this customer's interest. "Given that you have a great figure, i'm certain that it would look absolutely great on you." After how much he had picked out today, there's no way she was letting him off the hook. Afterall,the more he bought the more her tips would skyrocket. Just the thought of having such a large sum made her feel ecstatic.

Katrina gushes and I blush, stealing a glance at myself in the mirror. The final product of Marissa’s handiwork is breathtaking, so much that one can’t look away. Crafted from soft ivory silk, the fabric fell in clean fluid lines and flowed like water with each movement. The bodice is structured but simple, fitted to my form with a modest and elegant neckline that exposed my neck with a bold statement. Long sleeves of sheer silk clings lightly to my arms, embroidered with golden thread that glows under the light. My dark strands have been smoothed back from my face and gathered at the nape of my neck, entwined into a tight and graceful knot that makes way for a few soft tendrils to fall down

The blouse had a beautiful embroidery done in gold thread in the shape of a queen’s necklace, the skirt had beautiful work of embroidered delicate paisleys that adorned the length of the skirt The fabrics used were a sensual mix of chiffon and silk giving the ensemble a dreamy, fairytale-ish look The beauty and exclusivity of the dress almost took Samaira’s breath away and she couldn’t look away, the dress looked so pure and divine that the bride who would wear it would surely look ethereal

not once acknowledging the scars that litter my back. “This gown looks lovely on you.” One of the maids said. It’s a light pink gown, with puffy off-the-shoulder sleeves. It’s just as see-through as the rest, but truthfully, I didn’t mind. It is soft as silk, and it made me wonder if the material was actually silk. It feels different than the rest, more.. soft. “Is this silk?” I asked as I felt it between my fingers. “Oh, yes. It’s Mulberry silk. The finest silk there is.” She replied. It made me question the King. Why was he putting me in the “finest silk there is”? I’m still a slave. His.. slave.

As the sun climbed higher in the sky, casting a warm glow over Seoul, Serena prepared for the day ahead. She slipped into a chic, tailored silk blouse in a soft shade of ivory that elegantly draped over her figure, paired with a sleek pencil skirt that hugged her curves just right. Her accessories were understated yet luxurious—a pair of diamond stud earrings and a delicate gold bracelet that glinted in the light. With her hair cascading in soft waves and a touch of flawless makeup, she exuded an effortless sophistication that perfectly suited the affluent atmosphere of the city.

So I prepared myself to tell Stella the bad news about Blaire. “Ugh. How hard is it to find a pale yellow silk? Honestly. You’d think I was searching for the bloody holy grail. If that’s why you’re here, I’m on it. I just haven’t quite found the right supplier yet.” I smiled. I’d put Stella on the hunt for a pale yellow, soft silk fabric to use for Blaire’s final dress. Yellow fabric was notoriously hard to find, since it tended to skew too bright. I needed something soft and subtle, otherwise I risked having Blaire look like a banana in her dress.

It swishes around my legs when I walk, a breezy contrast to the severe business suits I usually wear. Underneath, I am completely bare. My shirt is the antithesis. A white, Victorian-style, high-necked silk blouse with balloon sleeves and tapered, wrist-hugging cuffs that button halfway to my elbows. A large oval sapphire-blue stone set in an ornate halo of antique gold filigree and diamonds is pinned at my neck. To get to my wet and throbbing sex, all Dominik has to do is flip my skirt up. The rest of me is wrapped up tight.

I could not afford to mess this up. I settled on a straight skirt that stopped right below my knees and a silk long sleeve blouse tucked into the skirt. The blouse was the nicest thing I owned, a deep burgundy that I had found at a thrift store years ago. It was still in good condition. It still looked expensive. I tucked it in and I smoothed down the front and I looked at my reflection. It would have to do.