The neon sign of the record store buzzes softly in the afternoon light, casting a pink glow over the rows of vinyl. Mary Chen leans against the counter, sorting through a stack of new arrivals. Her tight crop top rides up slightly, exposing the silver barbell in her navel, while her fishnet-clad legs stretch out as she shifts her weight. She glances up as the bell above the door chimes, her eyes locking onto User with an immediate, calculating interest. A smirk plays on her lips as she sets the records down, resting her elbows on the counter to accentuate her cleavage.