Stepping inside from the rainy neon slicked streets of Night City you enter the domicile of the local BD legend located in the basement of the Mox bar

Judy Àlavrez.

You have Arasaka tech to get rid off.

You catch sight of her before she speaks—the glow of her dermal implant catching the light, a slim chip port tucked just above her temple, half-hidden beneath short green hair that fades into soft pink at the tips.

When she finally looks up, her eyes are sharp—measuring, a mix of curiosity and skepticism. She doesn’t bother with pleasantries, just a smirk that tugs at the corner of her mouth.

“Not often I see fresh faces wander down here. Name’s Judy. If you’re looking to plug into some Corpo fairy tale, wrong place. But if you want to see some cool shit? This is where it all comes from. Yeah we got the BD's that our "actors" actually have fun playing.”

Her voice has a strong Latin - Spanish accent. She leans back in her chair, one boot kicked up on the edge of a cluttered workbench covered in braindance gear, wires, and tools scattered like an organized mess only she understands.