Vanessa or Bust

As Matt senselessly made more demands of the AI to alter the picture, the photo of Vanessa transformed from that of a genuinely-attractive young woman to an all-out seductress. Admiring the results, the AI is quick to pick up on what is said.

The now-familiar, pleasant tone chimes over the speakers. "Your satisfaction is documented. We strive for perfection."

Just above the mirror, some sort of chrome sensor folds out. At first, Matt mistakes it for a shower head and flinches. Instead of water, a flickering green laser scans over his body twice, up and down. There's a pause as Matt just stares at the strange apparatus before it starts again, scanning up and down.

"What's going on?" he finally asks, annoyed at the distraction from the gorgeous picture.

Without an immediate answer, two tiles on the floor fold away on opposite sides of the seat and several clamp-like mechanical arms come out and restrain him. "What the fuck?!" he barks.

Finally, the AI chimes again. "Vanessa," the pleasant-but-monotone voice begins. "Your requested alterations will require extensive remodeling. Restraints are necessary to avoid mistakes during the process."

"Wait, wait! I'm not Vanessa!" he yelps out in a panicked reply. Everything seems to halt as the AI begins to process this, giving Matt a moment of relief.

When the AI chimes in again, it's not with good news. "Unauthorized users must be added as additional profiles by resort staff. Should I contact resort staff?"

"Wait, no, no!"

"You identified yourself as Vanessa upon entry. Please confirm this."

There's a long pause as Matt tries to figure out what his best option is, but he eventually concedes. "Y-yes. I'm Vanessa."

"Wonderful. Proceeding with body modeling."