everything! And the slight crack in the door was small enough that I seriously doubted that whoever the next guy was would even notice it was slightly ajar. I also knew the bottoms, (what little there was of them), would cling to me, the tiny triangle riding up into my slit, accentuating the shape and outline of my lips, and that the back triangle would ride up into my crack, hugging my butt like it was painted on. all in all.
