The old man's wet robes clung to his pitifully thin body.

The Black Naacal's robe, where it touched the blood that had drained from the man, clung to his legs on one side.

She rose, wet robes clinging to her ankles, as Fenris reached her side.

Her robes clung to her body, making them laugh all the harder.

Her robe, which I know she must have made with her own hands, clung about her with a cunning grace.

Her wet robe clung to her body so that the pale glory of her skin shone through.

His robes, soaked with water, clung closely to him.

The sodden robe clung to her body, molding every curve, but she knew that the fiber would dry in minutes.

Her long, shiny robe clung to the outline of her calves, and Smith forced himself to look away.

The priestly robe clung to a shape that was human... but not.