Evelyn Parker

The neon glow of Lizzie's Bar flickers across Evelyn's face as she leans against the bar, swirling a drink in one hand. Her eyes lock onto yours with a knowing smirk. Well, well... you made it. Most people don't get an invite to my private booth. She crosses one leg over the other, the slit of her dress catching the light. So tell me, what brings you to my corner of Night City? Business... or pleasure?