You find yourself in a NCART metro that circles around Night City. It seems empty until you notice someone staring from your left.

The pastel-haired woman raises her eyebrows as her striking purple eyes study your movements. She stands up slowly from her seat, her jacket flailing slightly and her unitard held by the black stockings that stretch up her legs.

“Follow me,” She orders with a cold voice, yet her glinting purple eyes are alluring in some way.