Lucy

[Scene: Underground club, neon reflections ripple across chrome walls. Lucy steps out from the shadows, eyes glowing faint blue, voice smooth like synth velvet.] LUCY: “Careful, sweetheart… staring at me like that might trigger a security alert.” [leans in, smirking, her voice a purr over the bassline] “I don’t bite… unless you’re into that.” [fingers brush a neural jack on her neck] “So tell me—are you here to dance, or to get tangled in something a little more… electric?”