White Robe Tiktok Novels & Stories

After saying that, she waved her hand, "Bring the robe I prepared." Before everyone's eyes, she draped the robe over Emma. The robe was light and warm, made of pale pink silk, embroidered single plum blossoms in gold thread, and black thread coloring cloud patterns. It was lined with white chinchilla fur, making it look very cozy. Emma gently touched it and found that it was old clothes inside, clearly indicating that Luna Sandra wanted to raise her profile in front of everyone, especially exchanging old dresses for the favor of someone. She smiled and said, "Thank you, Mother."

off. The white robe was incredibly soft and very comfy on him, it was made from pure cotton he presumed. He wore his turban, and tightened it up, he swung around as if a young girl announcing the coming of a new panty, pity there is no mirror here. He dabbed his face with some powder to look more Arab, satisfied with his adornment though, without a mirror, he set out, opened the door, and spread his arms wide so that the group outside could see.

“Hi.” “Hi,” I reply, returning his smile, my own hands deep in the pockets of the fur-trimmed robe that Kent gave me forever ago. I’m wearing the pretty moccasins he sent me too, but both are a decoy. Because underneath this robe I am wearing a v-neck romper made with completely sheer fabric. Honestly, it barely counts as clothing, the way it dips all the way down to my belly button and barely skirts my ass before dipping between my cheeks. It’s uncomfortable and cold, frankly, but damn do I look good in it.

I wondered who this person could be. My eyes trailed down, taking in his attire. He was dressed in a magnificent ensemble befitting royalty. He wore a regal robe, its fabric a deep shade of crimson that draped gracefully around his frame. The robe was adorned with intricate patterns of gold thread, adding an opulent touch to his attire. It seemed to shimmer with every movement, catching the light and commanding attention.

I felt like I was wearing a dress, but it was actually really comfortable. “Even though you look like some weird sorcerer in this robe, you still look fucking hot.” Leia said. I laughed, because like she predicted, Leia did have a white robe on. It was very long, almost to the floor and sheer. Underneath she had some white shorts and a white top. You could clearly see her bump through the robe. “You look beautiful, but you also look ready to be sacrificed to some ancient god in a blood ritual.” I told Leia. She looked down, “I fucking do, don’t I? Let’s just get this over with.”

It always was. My robe slid off one shoulder. I let it. Underneath, I wore a black lace bodysuit that clung to every curve I owned. Thin straps crisscrossed my stomach. The neckline dipped low, sharp and unapologetic. My thighs were bare, skin smooth, lit just enough to hint at more without showing it all. My mask was velvet, simple, covering my eyes and the top half of my face. And the wig? Long, straight, dark. Not like me. That was the point.

So doing what he wanted and when he wanted it was the best way to avoid getting hurt and surviving until whenever this would be over. I was suddenly pulled out of my thoughts just as the curtains flipped open from behind me. Then I turned around to see it was Mr Rover, and I couldn't help but let my eyes roam over his new look. He was dressed in a white tuxedo that looked like it was perfectly tailored for him, and he had his hair all swept to the back. He looked so alluring that for a moment, I forgot he was holding me hostage and I found my heart racing faster the closer he walked toward me.

"Gideon, did you claim that you can refine a Soul Preservation Pill? Do you even think before you speak?" Gideon couldn't be bothered to explain. He simply moved on and unveiled the Johnsby royal family's offering. It was a robe. Evan explained, "Gideon, don't underestimate this white robe. It's made from a special material with exceptional defensive capabilities. It's resistant to fire and water, impervious to blades and spears, and extremely tough. "For a battle maniac like you, having a durable outfit might save you from a lot of awkward situations." "Excellent!" Gideon was quite pleased. Running his hand over the robe, he could feel a smooth, warm texture. Clearly, it had some bodily nou

I can’t keep wearing those oversized clothes that belong to them—not that I mind, but I want tonight to be different. I slip into the robe. It is much shorter than I expected, and it ends mid-thigh, but that’s just perfect. I tie the strings into a neat bow and adjust the top a bit to show a bit of my cleavage. I cup my boobs and smile at the outcome. Perfect!

She has no taste, and I have more than enough for the two of us. I stretch my arms out to the side to admire the bubble gum pink fabric of my new robe, which drapes heavily before tapering at my wrists, lined with pearl beads. The fabric is silken and impossibly light, but the length is what really gets me going. When I mentioned I longed for something to wear around the house that wafted over the tiles and made me look like I was some kind of apparition floating this way and that, Louisa delivered without a second thought. The robe has feathers along the hem. It’s truly a dream come true, especially when paired with the matching chemise.