After an uneventful night of studying and unpleasant dreams Yumiko woke the way she always did, to the dull roar of morning traffic rumbling past her rundown little apartment building. She yawned and stretched, arching her back like a cat so the tight little cami she'd worn to bed stretching tight across her ample chest. As she stood and crossed the room a pair of motion sensors blinked to life, the cameras attached to them rotating to follow her movements. Streams that had been dormant for the night began broadcast on the web, offering a lovely view of the girl's scantily clad body. A new camera blinked to life as she entered the bathroom, recording as she stripped away tanktop and panties and slipped into the shower. It had taken all of her considerable programming knowledge to pull off, but at this point the website more or less ran itself; all she had to do was make sure her audience had a reason to visit.<br/><br/>She put on the usual show, dainty hands roaming over every inch of her body, twisting and turning to give the best views to the camera as she washed. It was always a bit of a struggle in the morning between putting on a good show and actually leaving in time to make the first bell. Exited the bathroom in nothing but a towel Yumi glanced at the digital clock on her desk, letting out a little sigh of relief when she saw that everything was still on schedule. The towel was casually discarded as she sauntered over to the sliding door that lead to her balcony, reaching out and snatching a skirt, shirt, tie, vest and lacy lavender bra from the clothes line. Flipping open her laptop, she opened the browser and scanned over the comments as she dressed. For the most part it was the usual array of bickering, compliments and posters detailing the sort of things they'd like to do if they could "get my hands on her" but a small handful seemed rather more...explicit wasn't the word - the people who would pay good money to watch a teenage girl any hour of the day weren't exactly shy - but some of the comments reached a level of depravity that surprised even Yumi. With an uneasy frown she closed the page and stowed the laptop away in her satchel. Another quick glance at the clock startled her and she rushed out of the apartment, grabbing her bicycle at a run and hopping onto it mid-stride.<br/><br/>--------<br/><br/>Fifteen minutes later Yumiko skidded to a halt outside of Hachimitsu Senior High and quickly locked up her bike. The three-story building conveniently blocked the view of the strange pink anomaly covering much of the rooftop as Yumi and a handful of other stragglers entered the building, blissfully unaware of the strange effect taking hold of the staff and student body.