I often think of you when I ride my motorcycle past an alpaca farm -- which happens really a lot more than I thought it would, in this neck of the woods. Jack the Alpaca Farmer. Some of them double as petting zoos on the weekend, according to the signs. *shudder* There but for the grace, eh?
You could call her Midnight Dividend.
Or Epic Bikini Area.
Uh...that one might get worse than vetoed....