...was this woman secretly a mage?  She had to be; Elisabeth felt under a<em>spell</em>... mouth agape even.  She swallowed, tried to speak, swallowed again... and finally moved forward and got on her knees before the woman.  Reaching up, rather than grip something... sexually... she grabbed the edges of the leotard and straightened them out, making them fit her front and ass perfectly (didn't even need to see her ass to know that), and made a few minor fitting adjustments.  Finally, she looked up, still in awe, and smiled.<br/><br/>"Why the<em>hell</em>did you ever stop wearing this?" she asked, softly, as she hugged the woman (happened to be at about ass level, but she was more focused on other things for once "You look<em>born</em>to wear it..."