I mean....this is....I can't. I just can not. Those are lace pasties. From the waist up, this is what would happen if some terrible person decided to make Charlotte's Web the theme of the featured act at a topless gentleman's club.
Her torso has a lace-face and LACE FACE IS ANGRY.
But I actually will happily take the nipple shields if given a choice between them and what appears to be a giant sequined crotch oval and a half-hidden quarter moon of her navel.

And the back. Dear God, the back. It's like if Liza Minnelli gave birth to a pair of chaps on opposite day. And then came over and slapped me in the face.