No thanks, you go after some real boobs

"No thanks, I have something better in mind", you tell Tiffany, "No offense meant. Good luck with your clients and I'll see you later!"

You decide to go find some literal bigger fish. You can't get over the amazing huge natural boobs Janine was sporting, but you'd like to pair them with a prettier face. Where does one go to hunt for big tits? The answer is once again obvious to you: the special sizes lingerie store at the mall.

You arrive at the mall and head to the shop you've seen so many times before. "Classy Commencements - special sizes only. DD to K cup standard fit plus custom sizes made by order" - you've walked past their display dozens of times and pictures the type of woman that has to shop there. Now you have the permission to just walk in and "shop around". You boldly go where no man has gone before and are greeted by a tidily dressed woman in her mid thirties (OK, exactly 35 as your sense tells you). She is clearly within the target group of the shop herself.

"Hello Inspector, anything I can help you with?", she asks you nervously.
"No thanks, I'll just look around", you tell her.

You scan the patrons of the shop. There are not too many of them, and they are closer to the lower end of the range than to Janine's size. All of them seem to be painfully aware of your presence and who exactly you are. Some of them leave quickly, possibly fearing a surprise inspection.

Should you take someone to the changing rooms for inspection? (You don't quite feel confident enough to do public inspections yet.) You feel like you must decide quickly.