Sci-fi power armour whose breastplate is precisely sculpted to match the contour of the wearer's boobs is something I'm prepared to let pass as Rule of Cool, but when each boob is clearly depicted as a separately mobile piece I do start to wonder what design constraints are being navigated in giving rigid armour jiggle physics. Like, clearly a couple kilos of bullet-resistant ceramic is not going to respond to motion as vigorously as flesh – does the armour also have integrated boob assist servos to ensure a proper bounce? Tiny little rocket engines?
Protagonist wearing several tonnes of unobtanium-alloyed steel does the superhero landing and their boobs just drop when they touch down, clank loudly as they hit the backstop at the bottom of their range of motion, then slowly bob up and down like overloaded hydraulic suspension coming to rest.
All while steam is dramatically released from underboob heat vents
If contriving an excuse for powered combat armour to have underboob sweat is wrong, I don't want to be right.
