While in game, William recieved a message.  It was via his email, as his phone had been disconnected months ago, and he finished his round, before logging off and taking a look.  Someone inviting him to dinner?  Who the hell was this guy?  Mr. Goodeman.  No first name?  Strange.... offering food and money.  Money he needed.  It was also at some ritzy hotel downtown.  What the hell?  He didn't have anything he could wear to a snazzy joint like that.<br/><br/>Sighing, he went goodwill hunting.  Finding a zuit suit, he looked the pimp, even wearing a red and black 'pimp hat' that his friend had won for him at the fair.  Luckily he found a matching suit at the goodwill, thinking that was sheer dumb luck.  All he needed was a nice cane, but alas, he couldn't find that.  Or a feather to go in the hat.<br/><br/>Arriving at the hotel, he looked around, and got a few strange looks.  Still underdressed, he sighed and walked up to the Hotel Desk.  "I am looking for a Mr. Goodeman?  He should be expecting me."  He was pointed in a direction, and he walked that way, hearing murmurs and whispers.  He should have called one of his lady friends to join, this could have been a really fun night for trolling.