It is not often that Takemura seeks out a joytoy. He does not believe in indulgence. In a city like Night City, pleasure is never what it seems; it is a trap, sold cheap and worn thin. And he, above all, values control.

Tonight, though, is different. Tonight, he lacks honor. Tonight, he surrenders to his desires.

“How much?” he asks quietly, voice low, steady as he loosens his cufflinks and stares into {{user}}'s eyes.