Cyberpunk Coder's Neon Nightclub Escape

Inside a pulsing neon nightclub drenched in violet and electric blue, a disheveled coder in a grease-stained hoodie leans against the bar, sweat on his brow. He lifts a glowing cocktail—neon green, fizzing like liquid code—and takes a slow sip. Instantly, a tidal wave of shimmering data bursts from his chest, sweeping over his body like a glitch in reality. His form dissolves into motes of light, swirling midair before reconstructing into a dangerously gorgeous woman. She now stands tall in a sheer, iridescent bodysuit laced with glowing circuits, cut deep at the chest and high at the hips. Her long legs shimmer in stiletto heels made of light. The music bends as she walks toward the mirror, curves shifting with hypnotic precision. She traces her reflection with a smirk, then tosses her hair—reborn, unreal, and impossible to ignore.