Timed Defense

"Copycat, come out," Satoshi muttered under his breath.

A girl with blue skin and a proportionate body appeared before Satoshi. She had big googly eyes and a listless presence encompassed her. The way she posed with her leg in front of the other made her appear more mesmerizing than usual. And since her clothes were the same color as her skin (to top it all off her clothes were skin-tight), her body was really defined. In a snap of a finger, she attracted the eyes of almost the entire audience.

For some odd reason, the audience started cheering for Satoshi, screaming their lungs out as they pumped their fists in the air. Well, the ones cheering were mostly men so Satoshi could more or less tell why they were doing that. He couldn't help but turn away from the audience, dreading to see the reaction of his peers, much less his parents. He didn't want them to misunderstand, but now that he thought about it, that sentiment was already too late for comfort.