Wet surfsuit.

Jen took up the suit, turned it around and slid the zipper down.

"This is a literal approach to 'getting wet'. Better hurry up, the air's gonna make it colder in no time."

"At least I'll be covered. These suits are made to dry up real quick, too, so it should not be a problem."

Jen's ballet boots traveled through the stretchy leg holes without too much resistance. The moisture that permeated the suit made the boots much shinier than before. Once the girl's booty was contained in the sleek spandex, she started closing the zipper. It felt weird to apply something so definitely moist as tight to her frame, but otherwise it felt quite good, especially in the part that was rubbing against the base of her dildo.

"What's this sexy ballet surfer doing all alone in this building?"

"Searching for the tennis class, obviously. This is so ridiculous."

"Barely non-standard. Keep pulling it up."

Jen returned to it right after sliding her arms into the elbow-length sleeves. With her breasts also in content, she felt a bit more secure, but deep down she knew that was the small kind of security. The girl still had to find out where she was, how she got there and how to get out of here.

As soon as the zipper's lead arrived to the foot of her neck, the whole thing detached from the surfsuit and fell to the floor with ringing echoing over the whole place. Jen rubbed the place where it used to be, but only found the seamless material. Tracing it up to her neck led her to discovering another keyhole.

"Alright, alright. I should have expected that. Not the worst thing to get stuck in. Not even close to the boots."

"Don't stand still, silly! It's rather chilly around here."

That was true. The coldness that was coming up from the floor was forming an atmosphere of a lot less than room temperature. When Jen's body was facing it directly, it was doing a decent job at keeping the skin warm. However, there was now a soaking wet layer between her skin and the air, which also needed heating to avoid hypothermia.

"I really should have wrought it out before I got inside." — Jen's brows were beginning to move together in regret. — "Wait. Shouldn't the water be dripping off me like crazy? For example, when I sit..."

The girl stood up to her still wobbly stance and found out that her seating place was barely moist.

"It's not designed to dry quickly. It's the other way around! There's one thing I know for sure. I gotta get out of here and pray that the air is warmer wherever I end up."

"Well... It was warm while it was lying in the locker."