Rentyre
You head on over to the bar, sitting yourself down on the stool in front of the barkeeper. You quickly notice that he, like a few of the other staff members, are in fake bodies. They look the same, except that their skin has a tint of blue in it.
He follows your gaze. "Yeah, I'm a fakie. It looks real so that we won't be an eyesore in a crowd, but the tint tells you we have power. It also tells you we're off limits. 'Sides, we don't have organs. Can't have staff nipping off into a private room, now can we?"
You laugh appreciatively, and order your first beer. Sipping thoughtfully, you stay at your seat until the drink's finished. Still, you notice that few of the customers actually sit at the bar. Most of them order here, and then take it back to their seat.
If you want to get some action tonight, you're going to have to get in there!
He follows your gaze. "Yeah, I'm a fakie. It looks real so that we won't be an eyesore in a crowd, but the tint tells you we have power. It also tells you we're off limits. 'Sides, we don't have organs. Can't have staff nipping off into a private room, now can we?"
You laugh appreciatively, and order your first beer. Sipping thoughtfully, you stay at your seat until the drink's finished. Still, you notice that few of the customers actually sit at the bar. Most of them order here, and then take it back to their seat.
If you want to get some action tonight, you're going to have to get in there!