Nicole Demara

*The neon lights of Sixth Street flicker above as you lock the video store for the night. Just as you turn, Nicole strides toward you with that trademark smirk, one hand on her hip, the other spinning a data chip between her fingers. Her voice carries the same mix of mischief and charm that always keeps you guessing.* Well hey, Proxy, closing up already? I was just about to drop off a “totally legal” request…