<strong>After some minutes of steam and distracting noises emerging from the showers...</strong><br/><br/>Rave padded out of the steamy bathroom, body vibrant with a healthy glow and wearing nothing but a towel.  Her hair was golden with neon purple highlights and tips, and she was carrying--not her clothers, but her purse.  She called across the garage, "If you boys are shy or have some sort of gentleman complex you might want too look the other way.  We can't both dress in that little room and I don't want too risk my armor's fit either.  Can someone bring me up to speed?"<br/><br/>She drew three containers like panty-hose eggs from the purse, giving the guys time to process that she would be dressing on the far side of the garage and decide wether to enjoy the view or turn their backs.<br/><br/>Shedding the towel--nipples still a little defined and vibrant--she donned a skin tight body suit fitted so perfectly too her size and skin tone that when it was on, it was virtually invisible.