He takes it far more seriously than he should

You carefully tap through the app's menus, meticulously crafting your vision. Becky watches with a pouty smile, her animated eyes widening as you make each selection. The 3D model in the center morphs with each choice, its features shifting like liquid to match your specifications.

"Ooooh, going for the smart girl type?" Becky giggles, twirling a strand of blonde hair around her finger. "I mean, suuuper boring, but whatever gets you going, I guess!" She leans closer to the screen, her massive digital breasts practically pressing against the glass as she studies your selections. "Black hair? Glasses? B-cups?" Her voice rises with each question, tinged with mock horror. "Honey, are you designing a girlfriend or a librarian?"

The model on screen takes shape – raven black hair with striking silver highlights cut in a stylish bixie, intelligent eyes behind large-framed glasses, a fit body with toned thighs and a sculpted backside. The proportions adjust as you slide the parameters for waist and hips, creating the athletic figure you specified.

"Geneticist? Fanfiction writer?" Becky reads aloud as you input the profession and hobbies. "Ugh, so many... words." She makes a yawning gesture. "And a 120 IQ? You realize most guys don't actually want their girlfriends outsmarting them, right?" She winks and adds in a stage whisper, "Trust me, sweetie, I've been on the inside of this business a long time."

As you complete the personality section, emphasizing traits like nerdiness, loyalty, and shared interests, Becky's eyes roll so dramatically they nearly spin out of her digital head. "Bisexual, though? Now we're talking!" Her expression brightens momentarily. "At least there's a little spice in this vanilla sundae."

The countdown timer continues its relentless march: 11:45 lock-in deadline, now just 40 minutes away. The 3D model rotates slowly in the center of the screen, a perfect digital representation of your specifications – intelligent, athletic, and stylish. Your finger hovers over the glowing pink "Lock In" button at the bottom of the screen.

"Go ahead," Becky purrs, her voice suddenly dropping an octave. "Make her real. Unless..." her giggle turns mischievous, "you're having second thoughts? There are sooooo many other options you haven't even looked at!" She gestures to untouched tabs labeled "Bimbo Presets," "Trophy Wife," and "Party Girl."

11:05 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Putney, London

[TIMER] | Lock In Deadline | 11:45 (40 minutes remaining)