It's the only way forward.

The instant you push through the door your mouth begins, as if on its own, chomping on a piece of fruity gum. The tint of your glasses ups a bit to help with the flashing lights. “Wait.” You say pulling them off a second, sure enough, you can see fine, and that they are plugged into your head with a cable. You think, ‘computer, what do my glasses do?’ An interface springs into view in your HUD listing; Magnification level 1 - 5, Thermal, Magic detection and identification, camera, and something called false retina overlay, which can scan at close range someone's eye to then fool a scanner. “Bad ass.” You say as you then push your way into the throngs of partying people.

“Yo, Xana, I know you can hear me girl.” A hand grabs your arm, “Hey it worked like you said, do you have another love potion?”

As if **** you hear yourself answer, “Sorry, no can do babe, I told you last time I am out of the potion business. Finally got my deck and implants and I am going solo. No more small time shit for me.”

“No say it isn't so. I know you have your little magic and tech but you are going to get killed if you try any real jobs, trust me. It is dangerous out there on the streets.” The tall lanky guy says popping the collar on his long trench coat. “Oh well your funeral, if you change your mind, or ever need a good driver you have my number.” When he says that a number is added to your contact list along with the name Matchbox. You watch him press through the crowded dance floor and out of sight. When he is gone you suddenly feel more at ease and it hits you that you were dancing the entire time.

Suddenly a glowing blue arrow appears pointing at a side door to one of the private dance rooms, beckoning you to enter. The start of your first new quest, you imagine.