Rentyre
With Reggie's keys in your pocket, you walk out of the apartment. A simple look around tells you that you're on the highest floor of the complex, probably the third, and that you're in the west side of town. You have no sense of direction, so apparently some of Reggie's memories are beginning to filter into your consciousness.
Instictively, you head to the stairwell to your left, though logic would dictate that you should have no idea where Reggie normally parks. Still, you turn a sharp right, and search the left row of cars without really thinking about it.
You soon spot the blue mustang, and hop on in. Reggie must be taller than you. Driving reflexes tell you that the seat is too far back, but your legs have no problem reaching the pedals. You shake your head. If you spend all of your time analyzing differences instead of going with the flow, you'll never have a good time.
Even with your second set of memories, you manage to get lost on the major streets in town. Still, you eventually make your way over to Maple street. After a brief travel in the wrong direction, you follow the increasing numbers to 21st street.
You have no problem spotting the Rotunda; it's a gigantic pillar accented with blue neon lights. The round shape of the building does look cool, but you can't help but think that it would be an architect's nightmare. You find a parking close to the entrance; there are no handicapped spaces. Still, it makes sense. Who would want to Rentyre a handicapped body?
You step through the automated revolving door, and show your Rentyre I.D. to the guards. They scan it, presumably charging a one-time entrance fee. You find yourself in a well-lit lobby, with a large informational placard against one wall.
Welcome to the Rentyre Rotunda.
We are proud to cater to you, the Rentyring Adult! Since all people on the premises are Rentyring, we may assure the following privilages to all customers.
All customers may order any legal drug, or alcoholic drink, without question. For concerned customers under the age of drinking, we may remind you that recent legistlation finds that age limits do not apply when Rentyring.
Any and all sexual acts are not prohibited. Reports of sexual abuse are not honored within the premises. We have plenty of chambers available for privacy, and ask that you use them when engaging in acts higher than flirting.
By entering the premices you have shown that you agree to any and all rules of the establishment. Further, you acknowledge that the Rotunda bears no responsibilty in any actions against your Rentyred body, harmful or otherwise.
You laugh. Isn't technology great? You waltz on into the main chamber, and scope the place out from there. To your left, you spot what appears to be the back of your real head, sitting in a booth with two other women. There's a bar straight ahead, or you could try mingling in with the crowd to your right.
Instictively, you head to the stairwell to your left, though logic would dictate that you should have no idea where Reggie normally parks. Still, you turn a sharp right, and search the left row of cars without really thinking about it.
You soon spot the blue mustang, and hop on in. Reggie must be taller than you. Driving reflexes tell you that the seat is too far back, but your legs have no problem reaching the pedals. You shake your head. If you spend all of your time analyzing differences instead of going with the flow, you'll never have a good time.
Even with your second set of memories, you manage to get lost on the major streets in town. Still, you eventually make your way over to Maple street. After a brief travel in the wrong direction, you follow the increasing numbers to 21st street.
You have no problem spotting the Rotunda; it's a gigantic pillar accented with blue neon lights. The round shape of the building does look cool, but you can't help but think that it would be an architect's nightmare. You find a parking close to the entrance; there are no handicapped spaces. Still, it makes sense. Who would want to Rentyre a handicapped body?
You step through the automated revolving door, and show your Rentyre I.D. to the guards. They scan it, presumably charging a one-time entrance fee. You find yourself in a well-lit lobby, with a large informational placard against one wall.
Welcome to the Rentyre Rotunda.
We are proud to cater to you, the Rentyring Adult! Since all people on the premises are Rentyring, we may assure the following privilages to all customers.
All customers may order any legal drug, or alcoholic drink, without question. For concerned customers under the age of drinking, we may remind you that recent legistlation finds that age limits do not apply when Rentyring.
Any and all sexual acts are not prohibited. Reports of sexual abuse are not honored within the premises. We have plenty of chambers available for privacy, and ask that you use them when engaging in acts higher than flirting.
By entering the premices you have shown that you agree to any and all rules of the establishment. Further, you acknowledge that the Rotunda bears no responsibilty in any actions against your Rentyred body, harmful or otherwise.
You laugh. Isn't technology great? You waltz on into the main chamber, and scope the place out from there. To your left, you spot what appears to be the back of your real head, sitting in a booth with two other women. There's a bar straight ahead, or you could try mingling in with the crowd to your right.