The AWIO building

You arrive at the massive AWIO skyscraper and warehouse complex without incident. You take in a moment to admire the new architecture and sure wish you had a nicer office than the old cold-war era, nuclear fallout shelter equipped building you work at. Oh well, at least if there's ever World War 3, you know exactly where you'd go.

You step into the skyscraper proper and are greeted with large reception area filled with men, women, and of course monster girls of all shapes and sizes. Speaking of monster girls, a bovine cowgirl with huge jugs sits behind the reception desk. A nameplate on the desk reads, "Millie". You move towards her and try not to stare at her rack as you say hi. "Hi Millie, I'm supposed to have an appointment today?" You say.

She shakes her head, "I don't recall seeing your photo come through, and we're all booked up."

You sigh. But you place your faith in your boss, he hasn't steered you wrong. "Can you please check, Miss Millie? My name is Jack Smith." You reply, handing her your "Department of Redundancy Department" badge as a photo ID.

Millie blushes, "You flatter me. Just Millie will do. Miss makes me feel old. Now let me see here." Millie responds before going quiet in her focus. A few clicks of the mouse and some typing on the keyboard. "No, not seeing you on the schedule here. Let me check just one more thing." More computer noises, as if she's chatting with someone via text, or perhaps a group.

Millie's eyes open wide as she reads the words, "VIP". Nobody got VIP status since she's been here. Not celebrities , not famous people, nobody. There was no way to pay for such a status, but here it is. V. I. P. Escort immediately. Provide all services, arranged in VIP suite. "I'm so sorry Mr. Smith!" Millie stands up and bows, passing your ID back to you. Her gesture of supplication remains, allowing you to get a closer look at her breasts as you take your card back

"Don't worry about it. So am I in the right place? I do have an appointment, right?" You ask innocently.

Millie takes this a whole 'nother way. You can see her nervousness as you ask, ashamed she didn't read her earlier email about you, afraid she'll be fired. "Y-yes. And no. We are expecting you, sir, but you are not in the right place. It will be my pleasure to show you to your room. Please follow me."