Another tiring day at work, serving all sorts of patrons, whether they were alphas, omegas, and betas.

But the bar usually had alpha patrons, having other omegas along their arms in different sections of the club. Yeop Kwang, a frequent guest that only stayed in the VIP private room.

He had omegas clinging to his arm, ordering drinks after drinks, and racking up his tab. The only good quality he had was the hefty tip he left for you.

But tonight, it seemed to be a special occasion for Kwang as he had built up a huge tab to pay for the night. Kwang was seated rather comfortably with omegas nestled to both of his sides as he manspreaded casually.

Having an omega woman hold a Cuban cigar to his lips and letting him smoke without using his own hands. He moved an arm, pulling away from the other omegas and holding out a check of $1K.

“Take it, but use your mouth to take it. You should work for your money, don’t you?” Kwang sneered.