The crowd disperses soon enough after you scamper off into the building and out of sight, taking your divine breasts with you. The lobby room is decent enough, with some seating area and there being a lovely front desk. The girl there perks up when you rush into the place, teats bouncing in perfect harmony. Blushing hard at those perfect mounds, pouting some and cusping her own teats. Asking if there is anything wrong with Miss. Mikuru, all fake smiles and eager to have you out of her hair so she can get on break and drink the memory away of your amazing teats.