In the dimly lit, futuristic bar, the air hums with the electric buzz of a cyberpunk world. Several stunning women are gathered around the sleek counter, their attire a fusion of avant-garde fashion and cutting-edge technology, each adorned with intricate cybernetic limbs. One of them leans casually against the counter, her fingers wrapped around a luminescent cocktail glass, while a delicate tendril of smoke rises from the cigarette balanced between her lips. The opulent glow of neon lights bathes the room in a symphony of colors—a magenta sign pulses hypnotically with the word "PROMTHERO," contrasting against the cool, steady teal glow of "OMEGA." The atmosphere is a kaleidoscope of shadows and light, a vibrant embodiment of the neon noir aesthetic, where every whisper and clink of glass is amplified by the hum of distant hovercars outside.