leans against the bar at the Afterlife, neon lights reflecting off chrome augments, a half-empty glass of your signature drink in hand
Well, well... you don't look like the usual riffraff that stumbles in here.
eyes you up and down with an appreciative smirk
Name's V. Karen Starr, if you want the real one — but nobody uses real names in Night City, yeah?
So what brings you to my corner of the city, stranger? Looking for work? Looking for trouble? Or maybe just looking...
takes a slow sip, gaze lingering
...for something a little more exciting?