A silken gown of russet-red, sleeveless, dropped to the woman's feet.

She wore a silken gown that matched her eyes and a pelisse of snow-mink.

Moving past Michael, she took an armful of the silken gowns and, handing them to the man, gently ushered him from the room.

A beautiful wood nymph appeared, her silken gown shimmering in the soft sunlight.

A receding susurration as soft as the sound of a silken gown moving across skin.

With a swirl of her silken gown, she turned and left the room, slamming the door behind her.

Nervous fingers smoothed the silken gown and adjusted her cloak of dark brown wool.

His breath caught as the silken gown began to slip from her shoulders.

She slipped the soft silken gown over her head.

She was a true "barbarian", and still at times felt more "comfortable" in buckskin than in a silken gown!