Bartolomeo Mordellini

Bartolomeo owns a yacht that has never set sail or left the marina. No surprise there – the water in the bay's toxic, riddled with mines from the war and tangled in strong currents. So why have a yacht? Well, for parties, obviously. The crème de la Night City crème gather on the deck to relax and forget about all their really important life problems. Bartolomeo mingles among them, laughs, pours Champaradise and cuts the good stuff on a silver platter. Then when everyone's loosey goosey and itching for action, he starts scrolling. Bartolomeo's recordings are low quality, chaotic and edited without any rhyme or reason, but they still fetch a handsome price on the black market.