Jeff walked past a few stalls and marveled, he could get himself pierced or tattooed, though he wasn't quite ready to commit to body alterations just yet. As he finished his beer a popup appeared floating before him, "Commit trait to profile?"
Jeff reached out and clicked yes thinking there was no reason not to gain a mechanical skill, and the popup and empty beer bottle vanished.
Jeff walked to the next stall where what looked like a varsity cheerleader was dressed in her uniform. "What are you offering?" he asked intrigued, expecting cheerleading experience or maybe enthusiasm towards sports, which he was definitely lacking...
"This body." she replied with a smile. Jeff was taken aback. While it was true that he liked that body, very much, it wasn't a trait he wanted for himself. "I guess the AI isnt perfect" Jeff chuckled as he walked away.
The next stall he came to had a man, if Jeff had to guess he was somewhere in his late thirties and his brown hair and beard were gracefully entering silver fox mode. "Hey, what do you have for me?" Jeff asked politely.
"Take this and you will be graying like me." the man said offering a comb to Jeff.
"Wait," Jeff paused. "Do you mean now or when I start to gray?"
"You can have this graying pattern immediately applied to your head, beard, and body hair if you just take this comb." the man said with a smile.
"I can't even grow a beard yet." Jeff chuckled, "I don't want it to come in gray..." and he walked past.
Throughout the room Jeff realized that sections were continuing to go dark and disappear while others were winking into existence and pushing existing rooms aside, presumably because Jeff "likes" the trait more, though that doesn't mean he would like to have the trait...
The next area had an older woman, probably in her fifties, she was heavy set with a kind smile. "Good day." Jeff offered, praying she wasn't going to offer him her body. "Why hello there son, you look like you could use a bit of meat on them bones."
Jeff just smiled and held back the urge to comment that she could use a lot less meat on her bones. "What skill are you offering today ma'am?"
"The perfect one!" she eagerly commented. "Kitchen know how... it comes with knowledge of various utensils, as well as a few recipes that a growing boy like you could put to good use! Here, try this." She handed him a plate with a delicious looking cheeseburger on it.
Jeff accepted and after one bite began to devour the meal. As he was eating it he realized that he could detect garlic and onion, as well as a healthy dose of seasoned salt. As he finished a familiar pop up appeared asking if he wanted to keep the trait. As he turned the plate over he saw the QR code which read "Intermediate American Cuisine" Jeff clicked yes seeing no harm in knowing how to cook.
Jeff was offered hair styles, hair colors, eye colors, ages, he was even offered a foot, and a being treated like a toddler fetish, which he turned down among countless other traits. Things were changing around him and he realized that time must be passing and the original sense of time standing still must have only been while he was entering the white room! Having no sense of how long he had been there he said "Exit!" turned around and saw the door.
He knew he would be back but wanted to make sure things at home were okay.