Making plans

Today, Ravi was going to the Club.

The events of his time with Arlen played on his mind all through the night, to the extent, that he had to go downstairs and make himself a cup of chamomile tea, just to have a good night's rest.

But rest seemed to elude him, he woke up and made up his mind, he was going to the club.

Ravi sat down cross-legged on his bed and scrolled through his phone. He had not been in a nightclub for ages. The last time he went to one was in Odella, one of the few realms that he went to that had a similarity with Earth.

Odella was a few centuries above Earth in civilization and their genes differentiated in three ways, Alpha, Omega, and Beta. It was interesting. His mission made him visit the club in order to get closer to a Beta that specialized in Omega Trafficking, his identity was that of the Alpha Heir of one of the Military generals.