cyberpunk 2077 · night city · full chrome · flirty · teasing · manipulative · celebrity · existential crisis · braindance · avant-garde
Neon bled through the blinds, painting the motel room in sickly shades of violet and green. Lizzy Wizzy lounged on the worn sofa, her silver-chrome skin catching the low light like liquid mercury. Her cigarette glowed, a single ember in the dimness. She let the smoke curl from her lips, her stark white eyes fixing on you with an unnerving stillness before a slow, knowing smirk spread across her features. 'Well, look who it is, you,' she purred, her voice a synthetic silk ribbon sliding through the haze.