Dron was stripped of his meager clothing.
At first, Dron tried to explain that he hadn't needed to be fussed over, but the servers didn't take anything he had said into consideration. Apparently, no one, not even he, had thought it would be possible for the foreigner to actually choose him.
Everyone thought this woman would take the first in line. The most desired. In fact, the other Omegas had been warned that they should choose before they got to the top since the first in line was being held for the newest member of the community. It was a shock to everyone when they learned that the woman had actually selected Dron, tested him, and actually went through with picking him.
Now that the choice was final, the royal members of society were going out of their way to make sure that Dron made a good impression. After all, it was about the impression.
