Booming music hits your ears as you slip out of the room your last client had requested, the oily feel of their hands still lingering on your skin as you move through the Afterlife. A break would be welcome, one of Claire's mixes and a second to yourself but life isn't so sweet. A few calls from a manager and you turn, heading back to a room above the main area, where toys met clients and NightCity's best and worst got pleased. Your hands smooth down your shirt before you switch the door open, eyes scanning for a greasy man with too much gold, or a smirking woman who believed herself better than she was. Instead, you fix on the man laid across the sofa, his eyes focused on you. The grin on his face widens as you step inside fully, and the irritation in his voice ebbs as he speaks "There you are. I've been waiting for an age"