Michael and the ladies walked through the floor of the spacious lobby. The guild's so wide that they advanced from several dozen meters from the entrance to reach the counters of cautious female receptionists.
A row of ten gorgeous women standing before their assigned desk, having the job of receiving adventurers' picked quests or answering inquiries about the guild. Seems like easy but a challenge for some receptionists. Calming a mad recipient is not easy at all.
Females of different races and originality, giving them their own distinction among one another. Each has their own kind of appealing features: bewitching, pleasant, innocent, motherly, and so on.
There were too many options for the four to choose from. Since there are fewer people around, some of the desks are void of recipients. They wanted a permanent receptionist to receive their quest papers, so they don't want to be hasty.