I walk through the automatic glass doors and head straight for the elevators. The lobby hums with activity — staff rushing between departments, crew members hauling equipment, and beautiful women in revealing outfits chatting in small circles. I ride the elevator up to the eleventh floor.
The doors slide open with a soft ding. The instant I step out, I feel dozens of eyes settle on me. The entire floor is packed with fresh talent. I barely recognize any of these girls. They must have signed recently. A group whispers excitedly as I pass, their gazes hungry and curious. I catch a fox girl with multiple swaying tails biting her lip, a dark-skinned demoness with glowing runes spilling across her cleavage staring openly, and a pair of cat-woman twins giggling while eyeing me in curiosity from head to toe. Honestly, it feels like they signed actual hoes this time around.
