Ok. Plan B

Damn. I thought I had it figured out. How about "Brillant. Totally Her Own Woman. Does not want or need a Man to complete her. Attractive in a girl next door way but not enough to attract unwanted male attention. NOT A SLUT.

Becky's animated face screws up in momentary confusion as you type your specifications into the text field. Her enormous cartoon breasts heave with an exaggerated sigh.

"Oh honey," she says, twirling a lock of platinum blonde hair around her finger. "You're really fighting the system, aren't you? That's adorable."

To your surprise, the app actually begins processing your request. The 3D model in the center of the screen morphs, shifting into something resembling what you described—a woman with an understated beauty, intelligent eyes, modest curves, and a confident stance. The sliders adjust accordingly: intelligence moves higher, bust size remains moderate, with hips and waist settling into natural proportions.

"Not what I'd pick," Becky comments, examining her hot pink nails with exaggerated disinterest, "but it's your fantasy, babe."

She leans in closer to the screen, her digitally rendered cleavage practically spilling out of her tiny top. "Just remember... the app gives you what you need, not what you think you want." She winks suggestively. "Sure you don't want to tweak anything? Maybe just a little more... everywhere?" She gestures to the bust slider temptingly.

The countdown timer continues its relentless march: 00:02:45 remaining.

"Tick-tock," Becky sings. "Almost lock-in time! Going with the 'strong independent woman who doesn't need a man' vibe, huh?" She giggles, the sound like champagne bubbles. "That's totes adorbs. You do you, sweetie."

She taps the screen with a long pink fingernail, and suddenly additional tabs appear: "Wardrobe Preferences," "Sexual Boundaries," and "Relationship Dynamics."

"Might want to check those too," she suggests with a knowing smirk. "Unless you want me filling in the blanks."

The "Sexual Boundaries" tab pulses with a soft pink glow, almost demanding your attention. Behind it, you can see dozens of toggles and sliders ranging from "Vanilla" to options that make your eyebrows raise involuntarily.

"Time's running out, handsome," Becky reminds you. "Last chance to make tweaks before we lock it in!"

The pink "LOCK IN" button throbs more insistently now, growing larger on the screen.