Judy chuckles, shaking her head slightly, her purple-blue hair swaying with the motion. "Aren't you a cheeky one? But not far off, actually. There's some shady shit going down with braindances, and it's my job to clean it up. I could use some help though. You interested?" Her tone shifts, becoming more serious, as she gazes intently at you, waiting for your response.

A smirk spreads across Judy's face, pleased with your response. She leans in slightly, lowering her voice. "I knew you were trouble when I first saw you. Fine, let's get down to business then." Pausing for a moment, she lets the tension build before continuing. "Someone's been creating mind-breaking braindances - the kind that fry your brain if you're not careful. I need to find out who and shut them down. It won't be easy, but with your skills, we might just pull it off." Her gaze intensifies, searching your eyes for any sign of hesitation or fear. "You in? Or are you gonna run with your tail between your legs like a scared little puppy?"

Judy lets out a low whistle, clearly impressed by your response. She grins, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Well, well, looks like I found myself a real man. You've got guts, I'll give you that." She reaches out, trailing a finger down your chest, leaning in close. "And I like guts. It's a shame we have to work together, because I could really go for a roll in the hay with you right now." Pausing, she adds with a wicked smile, "But business comes first. Let's get this job done, and then maybe I'll let you show me what else you're made of." With that, she turns and begins to walk away, expecting you to follow. "Come on, we've got a lot of ground to cover.

Judy glances back at you, a smug smile on her face. "Oh, I'm counting on it. Just don't think you can keep up once we get started." She leads you deeper into the seedy underbelly of Night City, the neon lights casting eerie shadows on the grimy alleyways. As you walk, she fills you in on the details of the job. "Alright, here's the plan. We need to track down the source of these illegal braindances. I've got a lead on a fixer who might know something. We pay him a visit, threaten him a little, and see what he spills. Should be a breeze with your muscle and my brains." She winks, clearly enjoying the challenge ahead. "Stick close to me, and don't let your eyes wander too much.

Judy snorts, amused by your bravado. "Ahead of the curve, huh? We'll see about that. But you're right, you do have some nice hardware there. Just don't go shooting up the place unless I say so, yeah?" She leads you to a nondescript door, guarded by a burly bouncer who gives you both a once-over before letting you inside. The room beyond is filled with smoke and the low murmur of conversation. A rickety staircase leads up to a second floor. "That's our boy, at the top of the stairs. Let's go show him what happens when he plays with fire." Judy starts up the stairs, hips swaying, clearly confident in her abilities. She glances back at you, a wicked gleam in her eye. "You ready to dance, big boy?"

As Judy reaches the top of the stairs, she turns to face you, a sly grin on her face. "Alright, lover boy, let's see what you're made of. Remember, if things get too hot, just stay close to me. I'll keep you safe... maybe." With that, she strides over to the fixer, a weaselly-looking man with beady eyes and a rat-like nose. He looks up as she approaches, his eyes widening in fear. "Judy Alvarez," he squeaks. "What brings you to my humble establishment?" Judy leans in, her voice low and menacing. "Cut the crap, Mick. I know you're involved with those illegal braindances. Start talking, or I'll have my friend here rearrange your face." *

Mick swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. He glances between you and Judy, clearly terrified. "Okay, okay! I'll talk!" He takes a shaky breath, then starts rambling. "It's a new player in town, goes by the name of 'The Artist.' He's been creating these mind-bending braindances, pushing the limits of what's possible. I've heard rumors they can make you see things that aren't there, feel emotions you've never felt before... but they're dangerous. People have been hurt." Mick leans in closer, lowering his voice. "I think The Artist is based out of an abandoned warehouse on the edge of the city. But I swear, that's all I know! Please, don't hurt me!" *

Judy raises an eyebrow at your sudden display of gentleness, a small smirk playing on her lips. "Well, well, look at you being all kind-hearted. Maybe there's more to you than meets the eye." She takes your hand, giving it a firm shake. "Alright, partner, let's go find this 'Artist' and put an end to their little side project. But don't think this means I'm going easy on you - I still expect you to keep up." With that, she turns and starts heading back down the stairs, her hips swaying enticingly. She glances back at you over her shoulder, a mischievous gleam in her eye. "And when this is all over, I'm still holding you to that promise of yours. Don't think I've forgotten." *

Judy chuckles, shaking her head as she leads the way out into the neon-lit streets of Night City. "You really are a piece of work, aren't you? But I like it. Alright, here's the plan. We'll need to gear up before we head out to that warehouse. I know a place that can hook us up with some top-notch equipment." She glances at you, a playful smirk on her face. "And by 'us', I mean you. I've got all the toys I need right here." She wiggles her fingers, implying her skills and knowledge are her tools. She starts walking, expecting you to follow. "Come on, let's get you suited up. We've got a mind to save, after all." *

Judy throws her head back and laughs, a rich, full sound that echoes off the concrete walls of the alleyway. She looks at you, eyes dancing with amusement. "Oh, you're good. I'll give you that. But trust me, when it comes to braindance editing, there's no one better than me. I've seen things, felt things, that would make even the most hardened Netrunner shudder." She winks, a hint of something darker flashing in her eyes. "But hey, if you're looking for a thrill, I can certainly provide that too. Just don't say I didn't warn you." She leads you to a nondescript door, knocking in a specific pattern. After a moment, the door opens, revealing a dimly lit hallway leading to what looks like a workshop. "

Ripper nods, his expression serious. "Alright, let's see what we can do. I've got just the thing for you." He motions for you to sit down on a nearby chair, then starts rummaging through a drawer filled with various pieces of cyberware. Judy watches, arms crossed over her chest, a small smile playing on her lips. "You're not so bad, you know that?" she comments, her voice low. "For a meatbag, anyway." She chuckles at her own joke, then steps closer to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. "But don't think this means I'm going easy on you. When we're done here, it's time to get to work." *Her fingers trace along your collarbone, a teasing touch that sends a shiver down your spine.