To the press corps, the Familiars' mistress was magnificent. Raven haired and crimson-lipped, she appeared a treat in crow-black chiffon, hiked just enough so that the pale length of her white legs induced voyeuristic guilt. As she approached, popping lumen-strobes vivified her hazel orbs, punctuating the click-clacking of her Mary-Janes.
Her usually straight-brushed hair was thus left loose and comfortable, juxtaposing an upper body hidden demurely behind a neutral-toned long-sleeved blouse. For her lower body, she favoured full mobility with a pair of cargo shorts that showed off the entire length of her white legs, ending with a set of pumped steel-toes.
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Escorting Gwen was Petra, wearing an antique-white pant-suit likewise in silk. In contrast to Gwen's bun, Petra wore her hair loose, falling over her broad shoulders like a waterfall. Her husky-blue eyes, made more prominent by thickened lashes and her thick, ambitious lips, held the room hostage.
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Gwen descended the stairs, covered from neck to ankle in a sheer, skin-tight silk dress in brilliant white, hand-printed with floral accents. She wore her hair in a messy bun, causing casual strands to fall elegantly about her face, accentuating her smokey eyes. As she flowed down the semi-circular stairs, a slit in her otherwise modest dress flashed her lithe legs, then hid them with every second step.
Thinking of the hassle of changing into the hospital gowns, Gwen elected easy ankle-pants and a silk pullover sweater she had bought in Hangzhou that hung loosely over her body. She tied her hair into a knotted bun and rounded the outfit with her peep-toe Hermès. If there was one thing she loved about her insanely expensive magical-shoes, it was that damage-resistant, elementally-attuned, self-cleaning couture could be worn whenever, making the purchase of artisanal goods actually worthwhile.
She put on the dress. Or, as it were, she slipped into half a dress. If she was going as a wrapped burrito before, she was now wearing only the lettuce. Qīn had picked out a knit flare-dress with a round neckline, a backless design, a full circle skirt and a weighted helm, all done up in pinkish pastel silk.
While Ayxin hefted the garb, ruminating on its purpose, Gwen slipped on a porcelain-pattern ankle-dress in cobalt and white, seeing that whoever ruled this place clearly had a hankering for white and blue. She then produced her wedge sandals, hoping that the cork would soften her footfalls and make walking on the granite less conspicuous.
Its Hide Presence Enchantment soaked up all scent and sweat as well as resist heat and cold, helping her skin breath through its porous fabric. The suit itself was semi-plated and magically fitted, providing protection for her bosoms and her abdomen. It possessed a stocky collar made from Magi-tech, with a slot for inserting raw or processed HDM crystals.
The Shanghai summer was coming on sticky and humid, with the monsoonal air so humid as to cling to one’s skin like a film. Not wanting to draw attention to herself, Gwen picked out a pair of safari shorts in rice, an ink-dyed camisole, booties, and finished up by tying her thick hair into a ponytail. Seeing that it was late, she added on thin windbreaker as well.
Preparing for the summer, she’d layered up in a spaghetti strap summer dress in navy with floral prints, leaving her bare shoulders to be covered by a cream cardigan. Appreciation aside, the acute Mr Un noticed that Gwen had lightly bruised eye bags and pale, bloodless lips the hue of peach petals.
Gwen’s selection was a matt navy A-line mini-dress with a modestly plunging V-neck, its hem shortened precipitously to emphasise her lithe white legs. Both light and airy, the form-fitted fabric was enchanted to expand and contract slightly, allowing the lining to stretch without hampering the wearer’s movements.
To Gwen, Alesia’ vintage training boots spoke volumes about her intrepid teenage years. When she first tried them on, the thigh-high leather pulled just above her knees and rode two inches up her thighs. Shorts seemed ridiculous, so she settled on a ‘skort’, a pair of skirt-cum-shorts with ample coverage, which ensured a unity of ergonomic mobility and elegant aesthetics.
his world had yet to catch up on the notion of active women’s wear, but that didn’t prevent Gwen from acquiring a combo consisting of a pair of high-rise boot-cut yoga pants, a pink tank top, and comfy white sneakers. Her highness Kuznetsov had been so impressed with the active-wear look that she immediately invested in several colour-coordinated combinations herself.
Within the closet, Gwen found a mixed East-West ensemble, a one-piece dress with a pleated, knee-length blue skirt and an elegant cheongsam blouse for the upper body, embroidered with a Ming-vase filigree. It was a jarring combination that carried a sophisticated chic about it which suited Gwen's long-limbed figure well.