EIGHT-TWELVE PM, NIGHT OF THE GALA.
ON THE SECOND FLOOR, INSIDE THE VENUE.
Clearly not planning to waste any more time, the omega leads her straight down the hall.
He probably memorized the way in hopes that someone would come looking for Sorahiko.
Riko feels her appreciation for this omega soar.
As they move in deeper, it gets noticeably quiet.
Since most of the party-goers are in the ballroom, there are fewer people here.
The omega stops at the fifth door to the last.
“This is it miss”. He stares at her, waiting for her reaction while panting slightly.
“Take at least ten steps back”. She wastes no time checking if he obeyed her instruction— she kicks open the door with her full strength.
The door goes flying off its hinges and hits somewhere in the room with a bang.
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