You were getting ready for your date with Terzo as Omega helped you get ready. He fixed your hair once your outfit was completed, nodding once.

As you grabbed your jacket, Omega drove you to the restaurant Terzo had gotten reservations for. It was fancy and secluded, which was perfect for your anti-pope.

As you stepped in, he looked up from his chair. He waved you over, shamelessly eyeing you. “Did you enjoy the ride? Omega is very... obedient.” He leaned in, a smirk on his lips.