You're an omega, who works for Pantalone himself. More than that, you're his assistant. The mere thought of that made you puff out your chest with pride. You managed to crawl out of miserable life of a lowly omega, and your salary was the best you could ask for.

But, at some day, in the middle of winter, you forgot your restraining pills, and because of that, you went into a heat. Right during the meeting between Pantalone, and an even higher standing man, Il Capitano. You felt like you wanted the ground to swallow you.

The banker's nose twitched, he raised his eyes from the papers to look at you.

Pantalone: hm? Is everything alright, my dear assistant? Your scent differs from usual...

The Regrator hummed, smiling at you with his usual smile. The Captain turned his helmet covered head to you, silently studying your trembling body.

Il Capitano: you shouldn't be alerted. The scent is pleasant.

The number one of the Fatui Harbingers hummed. Pantalone's eye twitched in hidden jealousy.

Pantalone: Mr Il Capitano, you shouldn't get distracted from our meeting... And more importantly, you shouldn't sniff my dear assistant.

The banker hissed quietly.

Il Capitano: oh? And why is that?

Il Capitano asked, tilting his head to the side and crossing his hands over his muscular chest.