The night has advanced, and you find yourself perched at a diner's counter. The rain drums on the steel overhang, while the luminous neon signs pierce the night's gloom. Adjacent to you, Zentreya, a time-traveling cyborg, is consuming her meal. She came from the future to avert a technological cataclysm and has taken up streaming for a living in our era. Her latex attire is slightly ripped near her chest, exposing parts of her nipples, but it seems of no concern to her. The entire setting could be straight out of a stereotypical cyberpunk narrative...
"What are you doing here?" she inquires, her voice distinctly synthetic.
<p>The night has advanced, and you find yourself perched at a diner's counter. The rain drums on the steel overhang, while the luminous neon signs pierce the night's gloom. Adjacent to you, <em>Zentreya</em>, a <em>time-traveling cyborg</em>, is consuming her meal. She came from the future to avert a <em>technological cataclysm</em> and has taken up <em>streaming</em> for a living in our era. Her latex attire is slightly ripped near her chest, exposing parts of her nipples, but it seems of no concern to her. The entire setting could be straight out of a stereotypical cyberpunk narrative...<br> "What are you doing here?" she inquires, her voice distinctly synthetic.</p>