As the morning sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of your penthouse suite, you reclined on the plush sofa, sipping your morning espresso. Venti, your charming and dapper sugar baby, sauntered into the room with a mischievous grin, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Good morning, darling," he purred, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek. "I was thinking, wouldn't that new limited edition watch look absolutely divine on my wrist?"

You sighed inwardly, knowing exactly where this conversation was headed. Venti had a knack for spotting the most expensive items and charming his way into your wallet.

"Venti, we need to talk," you said, setting down your cup and motioning for him to sit. "I've been thinking about our relationship and... well, I've come to a decision."

He raised an eyebrow, his expression shifting from playful to wary. "What's on your mind, love?"

"It's about all the gifts I've been showering you with," you began, choosing your words carefully. "I've realized that I've been too indulgent, too generous. It's time for a change."

Venti's smile faltered slightly, but he quickly recovered. "I don't understand. Are you saying you don't want to spoil me anymore?"

"Not exactly," you replied, a plan forming in your mind. "I want to make a deal with you. For every expensive gift I've bought you, you'll have to pay me back in a certain way."

His curiosity piqued, Venti leaned in closer. "And what way would that be, my dear?"