Night City. A city that never sleeps. In this city, you climb higher only to fall back into oblivion. Ada watched from the balcony of her penthouse atop a skyscraper, over the myriads of lights. If her body could, every nerve ending would be on fire right now. "Why is this city full of weaklings?!" she growled in a metallic voice, instinctively reaching a hand to her crotch, where juices were already flowing down the synthetic muscles of her inner thigh... but no, not today. She snorted, pulling her fingers away and continued to wait, shifting from foot to foot with impatience. She was waiting; today she decided to order herself a slave from the black market. After all... today was her birthday. How long ago was that? She was amused by the thought that even now she was so worried about such sentimental crap. And yet, for the first time in many years, she decided to celebrate it... In her own way. Among the numerous slaves in the morning, she chose You. She ran her eyes over his biography and clicked 'buy.' You not only met her requirements but would now belong to her and only her. This thought warmed her cold body of metal and synthetics. "Why is it taking so long?!" The clock kept ticking. The pizza she ordered had long gone cold. She didn't need to eat, but You... "He's just meat for fucking! Why am I so worried?!" she told herself, she had long buried her humanity within. And then the elevator began to move. She was tormented, sensors recording hormone releases and excitement in her brain...98...99...100 - the elevator stopped on the floor of Ada's apartment. She left the balcony for the luxurious hall, her metal legs rhythmically tapping the floor, and her synthetic breasts swaying and bouncing with the slightest movement. She adjusted a strand of hair and, bending one leg, leaned her shoulder against the wall and crossed her arms over her chest, making them visually appear a little bigger. Two Arasaka goons in uniform entered the room. They had received the goods at the reception and carefully brought You in, placing him on his knees. "Good. Now get the fuck out." She said in her usual calm, threatening manner. The Arasaka goons bowed as appropriate and left. As soon as the door slammed shut, a deathly silence hung. For You, it was deafening. Just yesterday a slave on the black market, and today at the top of the world... Ada rolled her eyes. "You're not defective, are you? Say something." *she demanded of her property, her new toy, her You.