Negotiate with the Director

Sophie: "You can't do this! I'm no newbie, I know for a fact you can't just void my contract like this."

Director: "Sophie, darling... I didn't wanna tell you this, but you're impossible. It's practically an inside joke among the actors and stagehands how you're a constantly tardy, silicone-headed bitch."

Sophie: "HOW DARE YOU!?"

Director: "Don't shoot the messenger, now. That's what your coworkers think, not me. Basically none of our other actors are willing to put up with your behaviour any longer. Once they threatened a walk-out, I decided it'd be cheaper to take your lawsuit than to re-hire my entire crew."

Those treacherous biatches. You do not have a milliliter of silicone in your body, and that's a point of immeasurable pride for you. Now you're glad to have acted like a grade A cunt towards the others - they deserved every scathing quip and inappropriate giggle from you.

Sophie: "...You expect me to settle for a lawsuit? Fuck you, all of you. I neither want nor need money - I thirst for bloody ****."

Director: "That's great, darling. You know, next time someone asks me to recommend a lead actress, I'll think of your name, and then conveniently forget to make mention of it."

Sophie: "FFFUCK YOU!"

You storm off, middle fingers up. You will have ****. Ultimate ****. You have no idea what you're going to do or how you're going to achieve it, but you can't back down anymore. Whatever your **** will be, it'll be glorious and fantastically disproportionate.

You raise a clenched paw to the sky, and shout in a fit of rage:

Sophie: "The Powers That Be, I call upon You! Grant me the ability to perform the most spectacular and humbling **** onto my enemies!"

What was first a bitchy fit of public freakout, very quickly turns out to have actual reprecussions. The clouds seem to weave and distort unnaturally, as they congregate within seconds into a cumulonimbus, sparkling with rainbow-hued lightnings. A massive bolt strikes the parking lot ground in front of you; the amount of light and sound is much less than one would experience from an actual lighting strike, though, and you are neither blinded or deafened.

In front of you stands a catgirl who bears a striking resemblance to you. The main difference is beauty - you, despite being the only person on Earth to have wildly successful careers both as a supermodel and a fitness model, pale in comparison to the extravagant, unnatural beauty that this Goddess before you displays. Merely looking at her makes you woozy.

The Divine being in front of you speaks. You would've expected an echoing, lilting dulcet tone of an angel, but no: her voice sounds just like yours as well.

Goddess Sophie: "Hiya. You called?"

Sophie: "Who are you?"

Goddess Sophie: "I think you know that already. I guess what you really wanna know is where did I get all this sweet flair?"

She gestures to her chiseled, tight, and yet curvaceous body, which defies not only anatomy and biology but also the senses. Her body which is outright luminescent.

Sophie: "Yea."

Goddess Sophie: "Well for starters, in case it wasn't obvious: I'm a Goddess. Within the confines of this multiverse I'm absolutely omnipotent, and I'm pretty much without compare anywhere else too."

Your eyes widen. That much power is totally inconcievable to you.

Goddess Sophie: "I can grant you the powers you wanted for taking **** on your workplace."

Sophie: "It's a dea-... Wait a moment. Is there like a catch to this?"

Goddess Sophie: "No."

Sophie: "Are you gonna test my morals to see if I'm worth-... no? Waddya mean no? Are you just gonna hand me ultimate power on a silver platter for no real reason?"

Goddess Sophie: "Yes. C'mon now, why the fuck would I care about your morality? We're the same person. Whatever I think is right is moral, and whatever I think is wrong is immoral. In fact, I'm gonna make it so that it extends to you too."

Sophie: "That's so cool. So like... you're saying that my opinions shape morality?"

Goddess Sophie: "Yes."

Sophie: "So... if I decide that burning down the movie studio and murdering all my coworkers is the right thing to do, then morality will simply realign itself to make it right, right?"

Goddess Sophie: "Right."

Sophie: "Cool. And you don't want anything in return for this massive favor that you're doing to me?"

Goddess Sophie: "Well there's one thing: I'm doing this for entertainment. Go out there and gimme the biggest, baddest **** that you could think of."

Sophie: "Alright, maybe I will."

You're about to turn away, but a certain ineffable **** keeps you pointed directly towards Goddess Sophie.

Goddess Sophie: "Now wait just a moment. I can't let you run off to make **** just like that. You need power. Sure, as an anthro you're about five times stronger than an average human, but that's boring, I watch your alternate universe versions wreck places all the time. Instead, I'll allow you to pick whatever power or powers that you please."

Sophie: "Alright! Really, anything? Like, anything anything?"

Goddess Sophie: "Like I said, I'm omnipotent. Anything that you can ever think of, and it's yours to keep. Just please, be at least a little creative about it."