Go back to the table.

You shove the blue haired whore contemtuously away from you and she sprawls belly down on the stage. Eager hands reach out from the crowd and grab her legs, protesting weakly she is dragged to the edge leaving a thin trail of blood in her wake. The aroused audience waste no time in making use of the beaten prostitue and a burly half orc positions her over the stage edge and begins to fuck her ass. Looking around you see her comrades have suffered the same fate and are pinned down on tables with queues of guys waiting to take their turn at them. You doubt anyone will be bothering to pay any of the beaten up whores tonight.

"Here Fox, take this for your time." The Ogre growls, shoving a wad of credits into your hand. "Nearly everyone bet against you so the bar made a killing. Havn't been this busy in weeks."

You gather up your clothing from the stage and bundle it under your arm. You shrug off the tiny pang of guilt you feel at the whores plight and jump down off the stage. Despite their blood being up and the sexual tension in the bar the crowd parts like the dead sea and you prowl through the gap unmolested. Even though most of the lowlifes outweigh you immensely and are bristling with weapons, your feats of unarmed combat has earned you some respect. You saunter back to the table where the whores accosted you.

"So where were we before I was so rudely interrupted?" You say to the human as you sit back down clad only in your kneehigh boots.

"As I recall we were just about to introduce ourselves." The man says grinning. "Though now of course I know that you are the Fox."

The man plays with his wristcom as he speaks and he glances at something displayed on the screen. He nods and laughs at what he sees.

"The Fox, Drow female, entry level assassin. Freelance with no affiliation." He reads out loud.

"Let me see." You ask, worried about what other information the man might know.

He slides is arm across the table and turns his wrist so that you can see the screen. Apart from the facts he read out there's only details like your height and weight. There is an image of you next to your data, showing you clothed in a full body shot. The sight of your character with clothing on reminds you that you're still naked apart from your boots and wristcom. Dressing now though would break the conversation and besides everyone in the room has seen everything while you were on stage. You make no move to get dressed, noone is likely to object to a naked body this hot in the bar and the distraction that it will give to this player might make him more forthcoming in offering you advice and tips on the game.

"How do you get this to work?" You ask offering your own wristcom for the man.

The human runs you through the process on how to search for players in the game. Once you've got the hang of it you run searches for Mani and Carlos.

"You must be a real newb if the wristcom search is new for you." The man comments. "I'm Powersurge by the way if you want to look me up."

Both Mani and Carlos are indeed player characters. Without full names for the search half a dozen names come up for each, but you can easily distinguish the pair of thugs as each has as his affiliation BIGINC. Both seem to be midrange brute type characters. You clear the screen and look for Powersurge. He's a cybermage and several levels above you, you know vaguely that cybermages use technology to reproduce the effects that in other games would be magic. His affiliation is freelance like your own. While you've been running your searches you've been aware of the cybermage checking you out. Unlike most you've encountered he at least hasn't leered openly, but you reckon from the slight flush and appreciative smile that he's definately interested.

"So Powersurge tell me more about affiliations." You ask, looking up in time to catch the human staring entranced at your big dusky tits.

"What? Oh yeah affiliation." Powersurge responds, dragging his eyes reluctantly from your rack. "There's the huge city controlled security services, large corporations and criminal organisations. Then there's organisations set up by players, mercenary groups, gangs or businesses. Anyone in particular you're interested in?"

You look at Powersurge's face and purse your lips as you consider your answer. Though he's not affiliated with BIGINC, as a freelancer he could still work for Mr Big on a casual basis. Can you take the chance of letting him know you're looking for information on BIGINC?