view from front, top half of woman body, A striking female secret agent stands as the unmistakable focal point amid a wild, cyberpunk rave in a dystopian megacity nightclub. The chaotic crowd thrashes around her—cyber-enhanced dancers, masked ravers, neon-painted rebels, and augmented mercenaries lost in the frenzy of pounding bass and strobing lasers. Vibrant holograms glitch above the dance floor, spraying neon shards through the air, while malfunctioning LED walls flicker violently. The atmosphere is explosive—riot-level energy, bodies in constant motion, electric haze, and fractured neon illuminating everything. Yet she remains the dominant subject, sharply in focus and glowing with a powerful, commanding presence. Her outfit is a dazzling high-tech spectacle, a champagne high-neck top and sage-green skirt woven from unstable nanofiber threads that erupt with intense, surreal bursts of prismatic light. The corrupted-circuit patterns across the fabric pulse like a living data stream, casting razor-sharp flares that slice through the darkness. Her metallic gold micro-thruster heels spark with light as she moves. Butterfly earrings and a long pearl necklace glow with encrypted surveillance holograms—covert spy tech disguised as fashion. Her hair is in a sleek tactical updo, and her bold red lips stand out against her controlled, vigilant expression. The rave around her spirals into pure mayhem—strobe bursts, laser nets cutting through haze, drones scanning the crowd, dancers vaulting off broken platforms, sparks raining from collapsing holo-projectors. Despite the chaos, she dominates the frame, her radiant, chaotic light carving out a visual bubble around her. She is the calm, deadly center of a storm of cyberpunk madness—an operative on the edge of confrontation in a world losing control