Rentyre

Reggie's apartment is actually pretty clean, when you consider that it's a bachelor's pad. Though, he probably spends so much time in other people's bodies that he doesn't have enough time of his own to clutter it.

Like your father said, there are several informational pamplets laid out on Reggie's desk. However, they're all shoved in the corner, covered in dust. You get the feeling that he's required to have them available for you.

There's also a sheet of yellow notebook paper sitting on the desk. You almost feel as though you're snooping around in his stuff, but you soon realize it's addressed to you.

Gunther,
I hope you take advantage of the circumstances in front of you. You're in someone else's body. Feel free to do all sorts of socially taboo things; nobody will know it's you. Your charge account only shows an amount, so feel free to buy any service you want.

I suggest that you visit one of the many Rentyrer-only establishments here in town. If I may say so, I'm pretty hot, so you shouldn't have any problem getting some action. I can tell you right now I'll be getting some as you!

And if you're the cautious type, don't worry! I hold my liquor fairly well, and Rentyring prevents girls from getting preggie!

By the way, I'll be at the Rentyre Rotunda Club, over on 21st and Maple. It's pretty far from my apartment, so you'd have to drive there. That is, if you wanted to go there. Most people freak when they see their own body. Don't worry, there's a pretty good club a block away from my apartment.

Have fun,
Reggie.

P.S. You can take my car, if you're headed to the Rotunda. It's a blue mustang. I have no idea where I placed my keys.


Eventually, you find Reggie's keys in a dirty pair of pants. But, as you were searching, you noticed something. Though Reggie keeps his file cabinet locked, he left one of its drawers ajar.