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.