Typically, these sorts of cat-scratch clothes don’t do a lot for me. Now… maybe it’s the heady rush of the Stanley Cup finals, knowing jubilant men in beards are nigh, or maybe it’s the fumes from my ketchup-and-cheese flavored potato chips; who can say for sure, but the result is that I am digging how cool she looks. It helps that this is fit with utter precision and the openings aren’t giving us pubic or pelvic bone or any other windows into her personal grooming.
Although… well, look at the back:
If she tries to SIT in this, it’ll give people a window into something else altogether.