Indirect Iridescent Pleasures

It was a love at first sight sort of thing. They say it never happens, but t'is a filthy, filthy lie.

Great personality, stunning good looks, and smart, too, of course.

The whole package. The whole shebang. The real deal. I have met my match.

I fell in love with an undeniably iridescent bodysuit that puts Micheal Jackson's kooky/incredible sartorial concoctions of the past to utter shame. It is equipped with shoulder pads that will render gasps of horror from little old ladies because they will mistake said shoulder pads to tumors growing on said anatomic location. But s'alls good; it is ridonkulously perfect.
And for a dollar? *faints*