Demia, drenched in sweat, her chest rose with the deep pull of oxygen she gulped back into her lungs. This time I’m not naked, her ruby lips curled at the stray thought.

As a starting player on the number one Zgrav-team in the galaxy, with access to elite sports gear, tonights team uniform, a metallic-blue skin-suit, a paint-thin layer of a special formula fiber, fit like a sheath over her athletic body. It cooled her with its synthetic TekSystems compliment and the second skin showed off her full breasts and hard nipples with the Templex protectors that cupped each breast like silk. Her fans loved the tease.

Still, unless it affected her game play, Demia remained oblivious to its pleasurable aesthetic properties. She didn’t care that her sleek build held billions of ogling eyes captive during the game broadcasts. Although she did not stand out among her alien teammates, she prevailed as the only human-form player, garnering her own fandom of the humanistic clique. She heard descriptions about her undeniable charisma with taut thigh muscles that carried her 6’2 form, flexing with each step and her tapered waist, cut abs, and broad shoulders that made the approval ratings sky-rocket. The long sleeves always showed off her strong arms. And her shoulder length hair hung with a side part she often whipped back just as some cameras zeroed in.

She felt thankful her team sponsor, the well-known TKS coolant company, renewed, once again. If they could cool entire space command battle ship engines, reducing sweat in a body skin-suit should be a piece of Albis Nut Cake. She stood on the sidelines, her tall figure being flashed on all the overhead SATS. The crowd shouted its approval at her close-up showing drenched jet-black hair dripping sweat onto her flushed pale complexion.