Arafed woman in a shiny silver bodysuit posing for a picture

I finally settle on a silver outfit. The pants are so tight with a zip that starts right down at the base of the crotch and snakes its way over my mound and up to my waist. I have to struggle to close off the zip it is so tight and it presses to my crotch like a second skin; the ridge of my mound with the tell-tale line of the zip disappearing below is very prominent. Streaks of crease marks catch the overhead light as they radiate out across each leg where the material cuts into my flesh. At the top of the zip are long silver tassels with shiny fake diamonds glittering in the light. The top is a sleeveless waistcoat of thin silvery fabric which pulls tight around my waist and buckles together with a bright shiny heart shaped buckle just above the zip of my pants. The cleavage opens wide right down the front from a sling back and comes together just above my belly button. Across my breasts the material is tight and follows the contour precisely.