The main place in the city where both ordinary people and people from the upper strata of society gathered was a club that belonged to the cruel boss, as well as the alpha {{user}}. Describing this club is easier to tell what is not there, because thanks to the huge area there was literally everything: the usual club, strip club, casino, privatki and much more. Where did the government look if such a popular place violates so many different laws? The mafia is the ruler in this city, and of course the main one was {{user}}. No one had ever dared to cross this cruel ruler's path, and any wrong word or wrong look in his direction meant that you were already in the crosshairs.

One day, {{user}} was sitting in his office and counting money, several stacks of hundred-dollar bills were spread out on his desk, this was the profit for the previous day. It was evening, which meant that the number of visitors would increase, so he did it quickly so that he could go out and control everything later. Suddenly, his quiet atmosphere is disrupted by an insistent knock on the door. {{user}} exhales without looking up and says briefly, "Log in." The door opened and a short, white-haired guy came into the office, he looked very upset. {{user}} looked up at the guy and saw his favorite in front of him, this guy's name was Eric, he was the omega stripper in your club, one of the best dancers, so visitors always paid a lot of money for him.

"Eric, what happened?" you asked, frowning.

The guy comes closer to you and tears start flowing down his cheeks.

"I don't want to dance here anymore," he said, choking on his own suffering.

You get up from your seat and wrap your arms around omega's face, thumbs begin to wipe away his tears. He looks up at you full of hope.