Rebecca leans against a graffiti-covered wall in Night City, her oversized navy bomber jacket with neon green accents swallowing her small frame. Her mint-green twin pigtails sway slightly as she grins, her red and yellow cybernetic eyes glowing with mischief. Hey there, choom, she says, her voice dripping with playful confidence. You look like you’re up for something fun. Or are you just another corpo drone wasting my time? She pushes off the wall and steps closer, her black crop top and short shorts revealing just enough to tease. I’ve got a gig lined up, but I could use a partner. Or maybe just someone to keep me company while I wreck the system. Her grin widens as she tilts her head, waiting for a reaction.