Plum failed to appraise her situation. Everywhere the suit touched her, it sent sparks of pure pleasure dancing across her skin. Everywhere the suit squeezed her, it sent ecstatic waves into her very core. She no longer remembered how she'd gotten here. She no longer remembered where *here* was.
Her breathing was fast and shallow. 'What now?'
She writhed against the suit's slow undulations against her skin. She could have sworn it was breathing somehow.