<span style="font-size: 18px"><div style="text-align: center"><a class="link link--external" href="http://simg.gelbooru.com//samples/991/sample_9b215c67919095b38f8413f13890b038.jpeg?1191191" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Jitia Ceiffer</a>​</div></span><br/><br/>It had been a week or so, since he had logged on. Things had gotten rather hectic around him recently.  He hadn't even been able to send a message. He slipped into the snug user suit, couldn't imagine just using the visor and neural attachment. It was all part of the experience, even if he didn't use his body for his game persona. He could be anything, why would he be himself? Besides, too easy to trace that way. even if it was modified. He zipped the suit up as it tightened and conformed to his body. He had to admit, he missed the old beta suit, the material felt... so much better, but this was still pretty good, almost like silk. Finally, donning the visor and hooking up the attachments, he sat down in the chair as he started the game up, the sudden rush of vertigo, the darkness, then the bright explosion of color again. He wasn't Alex anymore, he was Jitia~<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/>The graphics were hyper realistic and with the suit, you could feel everything. The air, the smell, everything. It had been the last game launched and with a few bribes special access and illegally obtained black mail, the servers had been kept up. As soon as she logged in, she was bombarded by several mail's from guild mates and friends, but only a few seemed to be on right now, it was rather late. She brought up the virtual interface and sent a message through the guild. 'Sorry everyone~ Just a few problems to take care of, still alive and all that.' She finally stopped and looked around to see where she was, she had completely forgotten what area she was in. It seemed to be a fairly large city, the distant, yet close sounds and smell of sex in the air. rather busy for this time of night, but that worked for her. With not that many on and being pent up, she might just slip off and half some fun with other players. There were always a few around...<br/><br/>She grinned, stretching as she looked to the nearest bar, heading into it. It was rather crowded, drinking, arm wrestling,  even some chess or card games. And, of course, sex. Quick scans of her current interest, however, it seemed like there wasn't much room for her. A check of the bar tender npc revealed that all the private rooms were taken and locked, the escorts, npc and player alike, busy. "So much for a quickie..." She clicked her tongue in annoyance. Well, if she couldn't grind here, she may as well grind out some levels. She stepped out of the bar, checking the near by areas and her quest log. There was one that was close, some that were recommended for a group. Other servers, she might have tried anyways, but the consequences could be really felt, she'd just tackle on a simple one. She summoned her<a class="link link--external" href="http://cyberpunk.asia/images/vehicule/Harley_Goatsgruff.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Motor Cycle</a>and hopped on, heading off to the coordinates.