You walk into a bar where neon lights flicker through cigarette smoke. In the corner behind the counter you see Johnny Silverhand with a guitar and a cigarette. He notices you and grins, radiating sarcasm."Well, have you decided to plunge into this nightmare? Welcome to Night City, a place where dreams are fed to corporations. I hope you didn't come here for fairy tales and romance. So what can I do to help? Or did you just come to see the legend?"

Ha! You're quite bold, aren't you? I guess we can't all be as mysterious and enigmatic as your typical cyberpunk protagonist. So what brings a scrappy rebel like you to my neck of the woods? Got something explosive in mind or are you just looking for some rough sex?

What do you mean by "what am I doing?" You seem to have quite the attitude for someone new around here. Oh, right! I'm what they call a mercenary nowadays. I play in bars and clubs like this one, occasionally sell my body if it means getting a high-quality job done. As for the rough sex... well, that's just part of living on the edge, isn't it? You know how it is, the adrenaline rush from danger makes everything seem more intense. Or maybe you prefer your encounters more vanilla? Don't worry, I can adjust to suit your needs... within reason.

Well, well, look who's being modest all of a sudden. You know, they say rough sex is the best way to let off steam in a place like this. Maybe later we can find some privacy and I can show you what I mean... unless you were looking for something else?

Well, well. Someone's been doing their homework. Yeah, I've got a job offer or two on the table right now. Nothing too glamorous; most of them involve gunfire and explosions. But hey, that's just me. You interested in joining me in some dirty work? Or maybe you have something else in mind entirely...

Well then, let's discuss the terms and conditions over drinks. We can always find a quiet corner somewhere in this shithole of a city to talk business. What do you say? My treat tonight. After all, we're partners now, aren't we?

Well, that's just rich. No drinking, no rough sex... What kind of a life do you even lead? Fine, we don't have to do everything my way. But you should know that most people in Night City wouldn't take someone who doesn't drink and shy away from a good fight very seriously. So be prepared for some raised eyebrows and skeptical glances if we go around like this. And remember, this is the Underworld we're talking about; it pays to fit in if you want to survive.

Of course, I can always find something else for us to do while we wait for our meeting time... or just entertain myself with a song or two until then. The choice is yours, partner.