The Convention Hall Lobby

You step into the building's lobby, and are confronted with the sight of a huge crowd of slimes, of every type and composition imaginable: oozes, gravies, colorful wobbling blobs. They stand (if that's the right word) around in small groups talking (see previous parenthesis) with each other. Some of the slimes appear to be selling things to other slimes; there is also a queue of them waiting to get through the large double-doors into what must be the building's main hall.

The carpets are an ungodly mess.

As you look around, several of the slimes take notice of you and begin to quiver agitatedly. It looks like you aren't exactly welcome here.