"Yeah, I'll help you out." Yang spoke as she stood. While she didn't explicitly<em>enjoy</em>prying Sveta out of her suit, it wasn't on her list of most hated activities. "Mkay, let's just zip this down here... Ruby, would you grab my wallet out of my room? Left it up there this morning. Probably order a pizza." She struggled with the zipper for a moment, the bastard stuck in the up position for a moment before it finally clunked down. "There... finally, Christ..." She muttered. "Why is this thing so tough today? It wasn't nearly this hard to deal with last we-" When the suit finally came down, Yang got her answer...<br/><br/>And exactly as Sveta had predicted, stated the painfully obvious in the most painfully obvious way. "-eeeee<em>eeeeeeesh! Your tits got BIG!</em>What are you feeding them? The souls of supermodels. Not like they need 'em! Seriously, though I'm glad to see you're finally<em>filling out.</em>"