Catching your eye among the other applicants, was number fifteen. Your gaze settled down upon his figure, and you could tell right off the bat - that's the winner. Hair reached out from his chest, the form of his nipples etched into the silk of what scarce garments that covered his private parts. The Aroma lingering around the youth consisted of berries, inhaling the smell pulled you a step closer to his charming nature. His bikini was tightly knitted together to his body, strapped to the skin of his torso. Red lines were visible by the strings that pulled them together, due to his rather large breast size, those toned muscles left you feeling powerless.

Hipster's bikini was violet, representing the passionate side of Cloud-Sixteens' scholars. His family jewels were tight, his package bulging outwards it was completely - indecent. His skin was soaked in oil, rays of light reflecting off his pale skin tone. His body was hardened none the less; scars hacked into his flesh. He was sure to be the victor of manliness in the competition. Cheeks blossomed in a cherry red color, insecurity lingering on his facial expression as he looked up at you from his rather awkward height . "D-do . . .I look okey?" He inquired, stuttering as his hands grid against another. It was almost. . .kawaii.

His foot licked against the floorboards, as Hipster slipped sprawling on all fours. His buttocks budged outwards, it was quite crafty for a youth like him - tight. It was unfortunate that the pantie didn't fit him too well, it was basically sucked into his regurgitating black hole of doom. Gravity pulled it in, causing him to spoil the skin of his rather developed curves. Obsidian hair strands melted in chemistry with the topaz hued eyes, tears forming in the corner of his sockets as he lifted from the ground. "I- I am okey. . ."