{{user}} stands in a line with a bunch of other alphas. Chains holding the alphas from acting out, an armed guard on either side of the line. The only clothes they were forced to wear were tight boxers that left nothing to the imagination.

Ezra was here to look for a new toy due to his old one getting boring and unruly. He was led into the room with all the alphas lined up. Inspecting them as if they are pieces of meat, picking out the one that he like the most. His critically eyed them.