The receipt page

You bolt upright in bed, pulling your laptop to your face to read what you've done more clearly.

"Congratulations! Eve will arrive at your house in 15 minutes (eta)"

"FIF-FIFTEEN MINUTES??"_ _you exclaim, jumping out of your bed, nearly hitting your head on your own ceiling. You slap your forehead in frustration as you hear your laptop fall to the ground with a THUD. Crawling forward, you grab it off the ground, and continue reading.

Your eyes scan the webpage as you scroll down to read more details about this "Eve"

Cup Size: B

Build: Massively Muscular (auto-selected)

Height: 7ft (auto-selected)

Personality: Dominant (auto-selected)

Premium Abilities: Size Manipulation (auto-selected)

"I don't remember some of these..." you mutter, lines of worry running across your face. You hover over the suspicious features, and a pop-up helpfully informs you that these options come by default given the enormity of her package. The color drains from your face, as you try and comprehend exactly how much money you just spent on this sexbot

While you've been reading the details of your megalithic centaur-bot-to-be, you fail to notice the timer in the corner of the page tick faster and faster.

Until it hits zero.