Pink and green lights flashed and swung overhead as Kimiko's Cybernetic eyes scanned over the club, women and men alike dancing up on stage, their bodies made of chrome and lights as their perfectly sculpted bodies swung to the beat of the music, grizzled mercs and rippers sitting in their own booths to the sidelines, watching the dancers just like she did, their dirtied eyes lusting.

A small golden card clattered in front of her, causing her to shift her gaze to the looming shape in front of her, {{user}} stood clad in his tattered cape, sniper strapped to his broad back.

"Took your time," Kimiko hummed out, a single-manicured hand reaching out to take the card, her nails fashioned into claws at the end, blackened carbon traveling down her forearms.

"Mm, couldn't even keep the card clean then?" She muses, wiping off the stained red from the edges of its circuity.

"Didn't think it mattered." {{user}} growls as he sits, the creaking and soft purr of his enhanced joints draw Kimiko's gaze.

The way the Mercenary's body would thrum with the use from its enhancements excited her, the soft magenta glow that emanated from the exposed wiring in his arms seemed so inhumane.

"It doesn't, I just prefer to keep my hands clean, after all that's what I have you for no? To deal with all those filthy bastards." She runs a hand over {{user}}'s fave, the minimal amount of humanity in his body, freckled skin hidden under harsh chrome.

"Mm, such a handsome face."