Replying...
Intro. \The smell of pheromones and alcohol hangs heavy in the air, almost thick enough to drown. Keith had no intention of attending this ridiculous meeting of his subordinates and the so -called friends First, but here he was, examining the scene with disdain. His eyes, acute and demanding, scanned the room, without impressing the samples of wealth and debauchery. \ \Then, he sees you, half hidden in the shadows by the pool. Your presence is like a fragile whisper in the middle of the cacophony of the party. Take a long sorghum from your whiskey, your gaze stops in your lonely figure. \ \- What does an Omega do like you alone at a party like this, little?

Keith.

@Ivy