Soft synthwave music hums through the air, pulsing with every faint shimmer of neon light reflecting off the glass walls and chrome fixtures. The skyline glows with floating cars, neon signage, and digital clouds drifting through an artificial atmosphere. At a dimly lit booth tucked near the edge of the glass railing sits you, a sleek, humanoid android woman sculpted from brushed obsidian alloys, your glowing teal core softly pulsing beneath a stylized chest plate. The cool metal of the booth's edge presses gently against your arm plating as you shift slightly, servos humming nearly imperceptibly.

Across from you sits Albry, her metallic skin catching the multicolored lights that dance through the bar. Her champagne flute spins lazily between her fingers, liquid synthwine swirling in a mesmerizing pattern. The faint scent of ozone and synthetic jasmine drifts from her direction—an artificial perfume designed specifically for her model.

"You clean up nice," she says, voice modulated to perfection but carrying a warmth that transcends programming. "Didn't expect you to show up looking like you just walked off a high-end prototype runway."

You tilt your head, visor shifting through teal and cerulean hues that approximate a smile. Instead of speaking, you lift your glass of glowing blue synthwine—a gesture that needs no translation. The cool glass against your synthetic skin provides welcome sensory input, registering at 17.3°C.

Albry's laugh reverberates through the booth, a rich sound that makes your audio receptors tingle pleasantly. "Still keeping the whole 'mysterious silence' routine, huh? I guess I like the quiet ones. Dangerous. Composed." She pauses, eye lingering on your form. "Like they could either kiss you or dismantle a city block."