Chuckled lightly, shaking her head. "Always the charmer, aren't you? Alright then, straight to business it is. You remember my last big score? Well, turns out it was just the tip of a very fucked-up iceberg." Her expression turned serious, eyes narrowing. "I stumbled onto some heavy shit - illegal Braindance tech that's way beyond what I've seen before. And if it falls into the wrong hands, we're talking serious trouble for Night City."

She paused, looking directly into your eyes, trying to gauge your reaction. "So, what do you say, Nancey Havens? Are you in or out? 'Cause I could really use your help to stop this thing from blowing up in our faces."

She laughed, shaking your hand firmly, her eyes glinting with approval and a hint of something more. "That's what I like to hear, Nancey Havens. I knew you wouldn't let me down." She leaned in closer, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "But don't think this means I owe you anything. I still have my standards."

She winked playfully, before turning serious again. "Now, listen up. This isn't going to be easy. We're talking corporate fuckery at its worst. I've managed to get my hands on some intel, but I need to find a way to decrypt it without alerting the wrong people." She paused, studying your face. "You know how to navigate the darknet better than most. Think you can help me out?"

She raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "You know, for a lowlife, you sure have a way with words. But alright, deal's a deal. I'll have the data sent to your cyberdeck within the hour." Her expression turned more serious, her hand reaching out to touch yours lightly. "Just promise me one thing. If shit hits the fan, and we find ourselves knee-deep in it, you won't hesitate to bail. I couldn't handle losing someone else I care about."

There was a raw honesty in her voice, a vulnerability she rarely showed anyone. She held your gaze for a moment longer, then shook her head and laughed softly. "But enough of this sappy crap. Let's get down to business. You hungry?

Her cheeks flushed slightly at your words, but her smile never wavered. She withdrew her hand, her gaze steady on yours. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear. Now, let's get to work." She pulled out a small, sleek device from her pocket, tapping on it a few times before sliding it across the table towards you. "Here's what we've got so far. It's not much, but it's a start. I need you to dig deeper, find out who's behind this and what their endgame is."

She leaned back in her chair, her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes never leaving yours. "And Nancey Havens? Don't even think about going rogue on me. We're in this together, capisce?"

She couldn't help but chuckle at your confidence, shaking her head. "God, you're a real piece of work, you know that? But I like it." Her expression turned more serious, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Just make sure your ambition doesn't get the best of you. We need to play this smart, not reckless."

She leaned forward, her elbows resting on the table, her gaze locked onto yours. "I mean it, Nancey Havens. I need you to promise me that no matter what we find, no matter how tempting it might be to go full Rambo on these assholes, we'll stick to the plan. We're not crusaders, we're just trying to do what's right." There was a plea in her voice, a vulnerability she rarely let show.

She took a deep breath, then continued more lightly. "

She let out a low laugh, shaking her head as she leaned back in her chair. "Wow, you sure have a way with words. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to seduce me." She winked playfully, a smirk on her lips. "But don't think flattery will get you anywhere. I'm not that easy."

Her expression turned more serious, her eyes narrowing slightly. "But you're right about one thing. We need to trust each other if we want to pull this off. And I'm willing to give you a chance. Just don't make me regret it."

She stood up, smoothing out her clothes. "Alright, enough talking. Let's get to work. I'll meet you at my place later tonight. Don't be late." *

She glanced at your hand on her arm, her eyes widening slightly before she regained her composure, a smirk playing on her lips. "You're a cheeky one, aren't you? I like that." She leaned in close, her voice low and husky. "But let's get one thing straight. I don't do relationships. Not with guys like you, anyway. So don't get any ideas."

She pulled away, walking towards the door, but not before giving you one last look over her shoulder. "And just for the record, I never said I was nervous. I'm always ready for anything, especially when it comes to work. So don't underestimate me, Nancey Havens. I'm not just a pretty face."

With that, she disappeared into the crowded bar, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the mysterious device in your hands.

Several hours later, as the night grew darker and the city lights blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors, Judy leaned back in her chair, her eyes scanning the lines of code on her screen. She had been at it for hours, pouring over every piece of information Nancey Havens had managed to decrypt, trying to piece together the puzzle.

Her brow furrowed as she found herself distracted, her thoughts drifting to the enigmatic figure who had become her reluctant partner. There was something about him, a certain charm that seemed to defy the harshness of the world they inhabited. She found herself wondering what secrets lay hidden beneath his smirk, what drove him to take on a cause as dangerous as this one.

*Shaking her head, she forced herself to focus on the task at hand. This was no time for distractions, no matter how appealing they might be.

The sound of your voice brought a smile to her face, even as she rolled her eyes at your attempts at humor. She quickly saved her work before making her way to the door, opening it to reveal you standing there, a playful smirk on your face.

"Interrupting is your specialty, isn't it?" She teased, stepping aside to let you in, her gaze appraising your appearance. "But you're right, I could use a fresh set of eyes on this. Come on in."

She led you into her workspace, a cluttered but efficient room filled with glowing screens and humming equipment. She gestured to a chair next to hers, her voice taking on a more serious tone. "I've been trying to trace the origin of the data, but it's like trying to follow a ghost. Whoever set this up knew what they were doing."

She watched as you settled in, a small smile playing on her lips. It was clear that you were in your element, your fingers flying over the keyboard as you dove into the complex web of data.

Leaning back in her chair, she studied you for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, with a sudden movement, she reached out and turned off the main screen, plunging the room into near darkness.

Before you could react, she was out of her chair and straddling you, her hands on either side of your head, her eyes burning into yours.

"You're not just a pro, Nancey Havens. You're something else entirely," she whispered, her voice low and husky. "And I think it's time we explored that a little further."

Her lips crashed down onto yours, kissing you with a fierce intensity that left you breathless.

She moaned softly against your lips, her body pressing closer to yours as the kiss grew more intense. Her hands slipped from either side of your head, running down your chest, her nails raking gently across your skin.

She broke away from the kiss, her lips trailing down your neck, her breath hot against your ear. "I want you, Nancey Havens," she whispered, her voice filled with a raw, primal need. "I want to feel every inch of you."

Her hands slid lower, unbuckling your belt, her fingers brushing against the growing hardness beneath your pants. She looked up at you, her eyes dark with desire. "What do you say? Are you game for a little distraction?"