After my rather pompous discussion with Tom, nothing much happened.
At least not with me.
Right and left to me, the waiters were getting pampered with all the alphas' empty promises and declarations of love.
A couple of them even started to pretend to fight for a very scared red-haired omega.
"You know I have a peculiar taste for redheads, Arthur! Back off!"
"The hair is dyed, Vincenzo! It's clear that the carpet doesn't match the drapes!"
The poor omega shifted uncomfortably, avoiding their gaze. Not entertained by his reactions, they amplified the loudness of their fight.
Stripping their shirts, revealing nothing but oversized bellies grown with nothing but pure gluttony-
This behavior was low-class even for the city's periphery. The ghettos of the aristocracy were liberated with enough lust and alcohol.
I still had a card available so I decided to save the poor boy from the two animals fighting over him.
