He take it far more seriously than he should

11:37 | Saturday 2 August 2025 | Surya's bedroom, Putney flat

Your fingers hover over the screen, hangover forgotten as you stare at the bizarre interface. The pounding in your head fades into background noise as you start adjusting the sliders, telling yourself this is just some stupid game. Harmless fun.

"Ooh, getting serious now, are we?" Becky coos from the screen, watching as you tap through the categories. "Let's see what you're working with, baby."

You start with the mental settings, maxing out Intelligence and adding traits like "Nerdy," "Passionate about STEM," "Loves storytelling." The 3D figure in the center shifts subtly, her posture straightening, eyes becoming sharper and more focused.

Becky sucks on her lower lip, making an exaggerated thinking face. "Mmm, smart girl, huh? That's... different. Most guys go straight for the tits." She giggles. "But don't worry, we'll get there."

You ignore her, moving to personality traits. "Respectful of boundaries," "Pushes me to improve," "Not afraid to argue back." The figure's expression shifts, gaining confidence and determination.

"Ooh, feisty!" Becky claps her hands together. "I like it. Though..." She leans in conspiratorially. "You sure you want a girl who talks back? Some boys prefer 'em a bit more... agreeable, if you know what I mean."

Your thumb scrolls down to physical attributes. Athletic build, toned muscles, developed thighs and glutes from regular workouts. The figure's body reshapes, becoming lean and strong, with curves in the right places but nothing exaggerated.

"There we go," Becky purrs. "Getting to the fun part. Mmm, yeah, I can see it now. Strong legs, nice ass... but baby, you're being sooo conservative. Don't you want to go bigger? Just a little? I promise it feels amazing."

You shake your head, moving on. The sexual preferences section makes you pause, aware of how ridiculous this all is. But you're committed now. Dominant in vanilla sex but can be submissive. Enjoys bondage and leather. Into roleplay. Open to threesomes.

Becky's eyes widen, and she fans herself dramatically. "Okay, okay! NOW we're talking! See, I knew you had it in you. Bondage, roleplay, sharing..." She bites her lip, eyes glittering with something that makes your skin prickle. "Mmm, this is going to be SO good."

The figure on screen rotates slowly, now fully rendered. She looks... real. Intelligent hazel eyes, dark hair pulled back in a practical ponytail, athletic build, wearing workout gear that shows off her toned physique. Not a bimbo. Not even close. Just... exactly what you described.

"All done, then?" Becky asks, her voice dropping an octave. The pink LOCK IN button at the bottom of the screen pulses hypnotically. "Ready to make her real, baby?"

The timer in the corner shows 00:01:23... 00:01:22... 00:01:21...

"Tick-tock," Becky whispers. "One minute left. You lock in, and she's yours forever. Exactly. As. You. Made. Her." Each word is deliberate, heavy with meaning you can't quite grasp through the lingering fog of your hangover.

Your thumb hovers over the button. The figure on screen gazes out at you with those sharp, intelligent eyes. Perfect, you think. Exactly what I want.

"Or," Becky adds casually, twirling a strand of platinum hair, "you could make some tweaks. Add a little something extra. I've got some suggestions that would make things... mmm... so much more fun." Her smile widens. "But it's your choice, baby. Clock's ticking."

11:44 | Saturday 2 August 2025 | Surya's bedroom, Putney flat

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