Leon pulled it down, sliding it over her body. The material was tight, designed to compress against the wearer's form. He had to apply a bit of force to get it past her shoulders.
He could see her breasts getting squeezed by the pressure. The fabric stretched, her nipples pushing against the dark material, their outline clear and unmistakable. It was a miracle the suit didn't burst open. Those were big. Full and heavy, straining against the flexible but sturdy weave.
Leon kept his face neutral. He didn't look at her directly. But he saw. He saw everything.
He connected the two halves of the suit, the waist piece clicking into place, making the upper and lower sections look seamless. Like one body suit, not two separate pieces. The transition was smooth, almost invisible.
"Good," he said, his voice flat.
In his mind, the word was different.
Pity.
