Rentyre
"Interesting. We don't get too many people volunteering for that job. Right this way." You follow Dale through a few stretches of hallway before reaching your destination. There are actually quite a few labs in the building, all of which are set up in the same fashion. However, most of those are locked. Dale's probably right, not many people want to be mentors.
The room consists of a solitary Rentyre, but in the place of a control console there's a large mainframe hooked up to it instead. "That's what allows us to double up," says Dale, following your gaze. "That machine overrides Rentyra Co.'s safeguards. Without it, your job wouldn't be possible."
He hands you a few employee handouts, which you skim through while Dale talks to someone on the phone. "Hello, Mr. Anderson?" he asks. "Yes, this is Dale from Loanatics. We've got a mentor for you today, which you may take whenever...right now? Allright, please set up your Rentyre as you normally would, and I'll take care of the rest."
He hangs up the phone, and explains your job. "Here's the situation. The customer, Max Anderson, lost a bet he made. He doesn't mind having memories of the ordeal, but he would like it if someone else controlled his body during the actual event."
"And this bet he lost means that...?"
"He and his friends made a wager that whoever could score the grossest man would get a hundred bucks, but only if they go through with it. He succeeded in the first part, but he's chickening out on the second. You're going to have intercourse with a fifty year-old gay man."
"You're shittin' me. Who makes a bet like that?" you exclaim.
"Sorry, Gunther, but it's your job. Take one up the ass for Max! Maybe if you're lucky, the man won't be hairy and frighteningly obese." Dale presses a button at his desk, and you find yourself in Max's body.
The room consists of a solitary Rentyre, but in the place of a control console there's a large mainframe hooked up to it instead. "That's what allows us to double up," says Dale, following your gaze. "That machine overrides Rentyra Co.'s safeguards. Without it, your job wouldn't be possible."
He hands you a few employee handouts, which you skim through while Dale talks to someone on the phone. "Hello, Mr. Anderson?" he asks. "Yes, this is Dale from Loanatics. We've got a mentor for you today, which you may take whenever...right now? Allright, please set up your Rentyre as you normally would, and I'll take care of the rest."
He hangs up the phone, and explains your job. "Here's the situation. The customer, Max Anderson, lost a bet he made. He doesn't mind having memories of the ordeal, but he would like it if someone else controlled his body during the actual event."
"And this bet he lost means that...?"
"He and his friends made a wager that whoever could score the grossest man would get a hundred bucks, but only if they go through with it. He succeeded in the first part, but he's chickening out on the second. You're going to have intercourse with a fifty year-old gay man."
"You're shittin' me. Who makes a bet like that?" you exclaim.
"Sorry, Gunther, but it's your job. Take one up the ass for Max! Maybe if you're lucky, the man won't be hairy and frighteningly obese." Dale presses a button at his desk, and you find yourself in Max's body.