To be a human sex toy

After a short bus ride, you arrive at a tall, austere building emblazoned with the company's simple logo: the word CUSTOM in a clean white font against the building's smooth black exterior. Even without that, you'd be able to recognize the building; chained just outside the door are samples of the company's products, two girls you surmise to be a little older than you, modified with extensive plastic surgery to be huge-titted bimbos. You maneuver your way past a woman having one of the bimbos eat her out, who's monopolizing much of the space in front of the door; she notices you too late to move out of the way and quickly apologizes as you brush by her.

Once inside the building, you see a minimalist reception area dominated by a huge painting of the company's founder, a stony-faced man with dark hair, being serviced by three nearly identical women. You briefly wonder if the painting was before Custom's founding and they're triplets, or if he had them modified at his company; your train of thought is interrupted by the receptionist speaking. She's a moderately tall woman with small breasts and bright red hair, sitting behind a desk made from the same black stone as most of the building; as she stands, you notice a sizable bulge in her pants. "Excuse me, are you Alex Lee here for the interview?"

You nod. "That's right. I'm not late, am I?"

She pulls something up on her computer and shakes her head. "No, you've actually arrived just on time. If you would just come with me?" She motions over to an elevator and presses the up button as you walk over. "The interview office is only a few floors up, so this should only be a minute." You join her in the elevator.