Chapter 29

No wonder this place was called the best braindance lounge in all of Night City—these finely crafted experiences were the closest thing to perfect dreams money could buy.

Filthy or sacred, twisted or sublime... humanity’s chaotic desires—like candy scattered over mud—could all be fulfilled here.

Got a thing for scent? Put on a headset, and you're under the soles of several white-socked girls, overwhelmed by intensified touch and smell crafted by expert editors. Crave pain? Strap in, and you're in a sweltering room, getting whipped by a sultry man or woman who knows just where to strike.