The cyberpunk woman was sitting on a stool in the high-tech hallway, her perfect body glowing with neon light. She had long hair that cascaded down her back and wet skin that glistened in the artificial light. Her eyes were glowing

The cyberpunk woman was sitting on a stool in the high-tech hallway, her perfect body glowing with neon light. She had long hair that cascaded down her back and wet skin that glistened in the artificial light. Her eyes were glowing with a cyberpunk energy, and she wore a white hair that cascaded down her back.As she sat there, legs spread wide, she commanded the room with her presence. Her perfect body was on full display, and she commanded attention with every movement. She was a true cyborg, a fusion of human and machine that defied all expectations of what it meant to be human.The woman's body was covered in tattoos, each one representing a different aspect of her identity. She had intricate patterns etched into her skin, symbols of power and strength that spoke to her inner strength. Her bioluminescent glow added an otherworldly quality to her already otherworldly appearance.As she sat there, legs spread