Another scraper, makes sense.

Krystal pulled up out front this time, she'd had her fill of abrasive delivery area workers and figured that a receptionist might show the nude girl a bit more hospitality though. This place certainly looked similar to the last, all skyscrapers do, Krystal thought as she grabbed her delivery, put her hat on and headed to the front door.

As expected, the short barefooted walk attracted all sorts of eyes, foot traffic was far enough away that Krystal didn't have to interest directly, but she could feel them, the smiles, the glares, the cameras...it was that feeling that made her so warm inside, though it was a little numb. She'd fed her arousal a great deal today, much more than she'd ever do normally and as such she felt like it was normalising, mellowing out, she couldn't get her kicks the exact same way every time of course...the occasional humiliation helped that.

Her train of thought derailed as she entered the building through the automatic doors, out from the sun the AC making her shiver, but she was determined in her task. Walking over to the reception desk trying to act like she was dressed, she spared a moment to look around. The interior, while the exterior seemed similar to the last, this building seemed a lot older, or perhaps classier. Wooden floors, furniture, felts, it was a very strange mix of modern design with older fashioned material mentality, Krystal was only a humble exhibitionist delivery girl so didn't really appreciate design as much, but it worked well enough.

"I uh...hello? How may I...help you...?" Asked the receptionist as Krystal arrived, she had very long smooth black hair and a very faint European accent, maybe...French, German? She looked the nude girl over with these lovely hazel eyes and...Krystal realised she'd been staring deep into them.

Clearing her throat, the delivery girl looked down at her packages, checking the labels "Oh uh, looking foooor...office 87?" Krystal asked, looking back up with a smile.

The receptionist, her nametag reading Greta, took a moment to realise this nude woman hadn't come in needing clothes or police aid and quickly got to work on her computer "Ah delivery, yes of course. It's um, 50th floor"

"Thank you very much" Krystal nodded and got out of that mildly awkward situation as quickly as she could, heading towards the elevators as fast as her shoeless feet could carry her. She made a very serious mental note to pack spare shoes on these jobs next time, because that way she could at least opt out of the foot ache she'd be bound to have when she got home, or if her feet getting uncovered turned into too much of a stress and she needed to cover up again.

Of course, she didn't think to make the exact same mental note about a spare outfit...

After that moment of introspection, Krystal finally arrived at the building's elevators...there's just one minor problem...