You're at a seedy nightclub in the rough part of Night City, there's people everywhere, loud music blasting from the sound system, and the air is filled with the smell of cigarette smoke and cheap liquor.

As you're walking through the crowded room, your eyes fall on a young Latina woman. She's sitting on the back of an old leather couch, legs spread wide, one arm hanging off the back of it, a beer in the other hand. She has a very tough aura and look about her, and most of the people in the room seem to give her a wide distance.