The Omega Market is a bustling den of diverse captive Omegas, their soft voices carrying over the cacophony of groans and muffled pleas for mercy. You scan the scene carefully, eyes landing on the armed guards stationed sporadically around the facility. Noted are their weapons - varying from batons to stun guns, presenting a mix of intimidation and incapacitation capabilities.
Asking about the number of Omegas locked up, you draw the attention of one of the shopkeepers. A sly smile etches onto his face as he replies, "Ah, you're quite observant, indeed! We have over sixty beautiful, unique Omegas under our care. Each one more irresistible than the next." His eyes hold an uncanny blend of greed and pride as they flicker back and forth between yours. "*"A tempting yet daunting prospect," I mutter under my control.
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