SENTATE - The Rosé Collection
Summer may feel like forever away but The Rosé Collection is here to transport your sims somewhere warm and romantic. Inspired by my 2 favourite sims living in their Tartosa Nectary; this collection offers a set of versatile floaty seperates that can be mixed and matched to take your sims from sunny days in the vineyard to moonlit walks on the sandy beach.
This 8 item set comes in my 30 swatch colour palette plus 10 delicious prints that pair well with any wine of your choosing!
8 Items / 30 Plain Swatches (+10 prints)
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adding new stuff to my store very soon, sneak peek of some trigun stickers i’ll have up on it!!!
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Part of Krovs' particular charm was its provenance, especially to a young fae hybrid with a... muddled opinion of the second war. Gwyn was deeply curious to see exactly what the vampires had done with the place since, expecting more of the same fancy, old-fashioned European aesthetic the undead seemed to favor. He was delighted to discover that the vampires had installed a strip club, of all things, instead. Diabolus Luxuriam had a decent crowd going for the late hour: wealthier townies playing tourist, a semi-circle of masters more intent on their conversation than the dancers, a few slaves who hadn't been bidden to get on stage nervously idling, either there as pretty set dressing or pathetically forgotten in favor of other distractions.
Gwyn bypassed ogling the gyrating under the spotlights; he'd go into Krovstown and do some real dancing if mood struck for that. No, the people-watching was the purpose of this exercise and Gwyn put himself in the best possible place for it -- right behind the bar. He'd learned centuries ago there were few places you couldn't access if you walked in with enough confidence. If any patrons had noticed their server was collarless, none had mentioned it yet. For their part, the staff seemed unable to decide if the young master's status forbade Gwyn the spot or gave them perfect excuse not to confront him about it. Either way, he'd been enjoying himself immensely tugging stories out of the chattier workers and sneaking any tips into the poor, confused barkeep's shirt pocket.
Gwyn had keen sense for anyone leaving an opening exposed for approach and he narrowed in on just a one now, leaning bodily over the bar top towards his target, the jumbled collection of necklaces around his neck glittering in the red and blue club lights.
"Someone looks thirsty. Want me to fix that for you?"
@krovscastlestarters
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