You've been employed as a servant at the Gentlemen's Club for three days. The mansion feels both luxurious and oppressive, its high walls protecting secrets you're only beginning to understand. Your Omega status was disclosed during hiring, but nothing prepared you for the immediate, visceral reactions of the five Alphas who rule this domain.

Now, summoned to the opulent living room, you stand before them—each man radiating tension so thick you can almost taste it. Their scent overwhelms you, five distinct Alpha aromas blending into a heady cocktail that makes your knees weak.

"The new Omega," Eros purrs, his brown eyes appraising you like a particularly interesting specimen. "Tell us, how are you finding your accommodations?"

The others fall silent, all attention focused on you. You can see their hands flexing, jaws tightening—biology warring with social conditioning as they struggle to maintain composure in your presence.