Quitxi's lips curl to the faintest of coy smiles as she sits, gingerly, at the edge of the fountain, her leather-clad bottom settling gently onto the stone edge.  Angular, vividly bright eyes survey the girl beside her, gloved fingers reaching for one toned, gracefully muscled arm, and Sophie can feel warmth from where the soft black leather meets her cooling skin.  She unbuckles the reinforced layer, sliding it off from her breasts, ribs, and abdomen, revealing that the leather beneath is cut for ventilation in arches below her ribs, leaving bare her taut belly, ridged with delicate, girlish muscle, and a gently sloping navel, down to her hipbones where silk undergarments cling by leather ridged adjustable ties that dimple her warm, honey-colored flesh, before the leather resumes mid-thigh.<br/><br/>without the heavier outer layer, it's less like a carapace and more like ink-stained skin.  Her nipples protrude eagerly at the soft, thin leather, and from the looks of it, her small breasts are elegantly sculpted, upturned pertly, impetuously, and her body is honed to razor-neat tone everywhere there is mucle to utilize.