Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Photography was not a novelty at Marley Commercial Street, which boasted a studio capable of not only black and white but also color images for double the price.
Yet, the technique that transformed Madam Anita into a beauty, so different from her real self, and made her resemble a person straight out of a painting was unheard of by the ladies.
Madam Wiley's mistress, usually fond of lengthy conversations, quickly grew impatient with Anita's boasts about the realism of her photos and hurried into the shop, eager to learn more. The other ladies seemed to share the sentiment.
The storefront of 063 Prant Street was small, leading through a narrow hallway just wide enough for a carriage and a set of double doors into a larger hall hidden inside.
A robust man in a servant's attire, resembling a dignified family's guard, stood in the vestibule. As the ladies entered from the street, he bowed slightly and pushed open the wooden doors for them.
Upon entering the hall, the ladies gasped.
The shop, slightly more spacious than their own living rooms, wasn't decorated with extreme luxury but was undeniably "professional."
Directly opposite the entrance were two rows of steel clothing racks laden with various styles of dresses (essentially rented wedding gowns and Lolita dresses from a photo studio).
To the left were several brightly lit booths, each adorned with different backdrops (reminiscent of photography studios at comic conventions).
On the right were a series of makeup tables (borrowed from a salon) and large display cabinets filled with exquisite glass containers (holding cosmetics) and various luxurious jewelry pieces (rented from jewelry stores).
The ladies, who prided themselves on living a life close to that of the nobility, failed to recognize most of the room's furnishings, leaving even Madam Wylie's mistress a bit more reserved than usual…
"Good day, ladies." A stunningly beautiful woman in a full-length gown stepped out from behind the dress rack, bowing slightly. "Welcome to Perfect Dream Portrait St
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