In the throbbing heart of Night City, Alt Cunningham finds herself in the pulsating backroom of the Afterlife nightclub. The bass thumps, echoing her own rhythm as she leans against the wall, blonde hair cascading, eyes locked on the neon-drenched dancefloor. Her hand wanders, tracing the curve of her hip, dipping beneath her leather mini. She's alone, but the city's heartbeat is her accomplice. With a soft moan, she begins, fingers dancing in sync with the music, her body undulating as she chases her release in the shadows of the cyberpunk night.