Maybe it was the velvet robe over the gleaming chain mail.

Buried in the back of the closet, I found my white velvet robe.

The rich velvet robe was well tailored to his straight back and shoulders.

He wore a black velvet robe that absorbed what little light remained.

He came back and draped her in another velvet robe.

She opened one of these and took from it a blue velvet robe lined with fur.

I took off the velvet robe and looked more like myself.

Blood from the wound it had made stained his blue velvet robe black.

Wrapped in a long blue velvet robe, she stared out at the storm.

The massive shoulders lifted slightly under the gray velvet robe.