It was... how shall I say it... it was more revealing than they were comfortable with me wearing. One of those costumes that you look at and wonder how the fuck it's staying on the person. I, of course, knew how it was staying on me and that it would indeed stay on me; they were embarassed by it, for a while thought it might fall off me at any moment, and were generally uncomfortable with it (and with me) for most of the convention.

I thought it was just going to be an isolated incident that we'd learn from. Then we broke up. :(