You see standing before you a young, anthropomorphic
vixen.  In lieu of her usual outfit, she is clad in
a most striking garment today.  Her body is enveloped,
from neck, to toe, to the fluffy tip of her tail,
in a snug layer of shiny violet latex.  Fitting more
snugly than even her own fur, it flows around every
curve.  It smoothly coats her round calves, flaring
up around her broad hips and vixenish rump.  From
there, it somehow manages to sheath her tail, allowing
the fluffy appendage its full range of movement with
no hindrance at all.  The shinyslick stuff then wraps
around her slender waist and flat tummy, a faint
indentation showing at her navel.  The material seems
to have been crafted to particularly emphasize her
largish, firm breasts, each orb being individually
encased by the snug suit, and also being protected
from the effects of gravity.  At her shoulders,
the sheath continues down the length of her arms,
and partway up her neck, where it seamlessly melds
with her own fur, white on the throat and russet
on the sides, in the traditional vixen markings.
Sheema's ears flick slightly, and her greenish
eyes catch yours.  She blushes slightly as she
realizes your scrutiny and shifts her position a
bit, causing a faint, rubbery squeak as she swishes
her tail about.