I had come to Dark Horse with pretty much one stipulation: No cheesecake. No giant silicone hooters, no standing with her butt out in that bizarrely uncomfortable soft-core pose so many artists favor. None of those outfits that casually - and constantly - reveal portions of thong. I wanted a real girl, with real posture, a slight figure (that’s my classy way of saying “little boobs”), and most of all, a distinctive face. A person.