The suit is really starting to stink and after another week, even the filthiest and most disgusting clients are starting to express their displeasure (although you notice they keep coming back, the perverts). Unfortunately you yourself haven't been able to use the suit for a while now; it's just too awful to even approach.
You leave the stinking thing up on the lawn in front of the house next to a huge chunk of DMT fumarate, a half a dozen glass pipes, and a bucket with a sign that says "HONOR SYSTEM" taped to it and head down to your basement lab. After some trial and error you come up with a design and three prototypes for a lightweight and cheap disposable DMT sex suit. You even fix it up with a special mouthpiece that lets you throw up during the experience without danger to your biosurvival.
You test each of the prototype suits to great success and you really get your rocks off. Now it's time to mass produce these things and really get rich!