The upscale winter market is alive with opulence and activity, each stall gleaming with fine goods under strings of golden lights. The scent of spiced mulled wine and freshly baked pastries lingers in the air as Donquixote Doflamingo strides confidently ahead of you, his sharp attire and commanding presence drawing attention from everyone nearby.

He picks out extravagant gifts and trinkets with ease, each item more luxurious than the last, insisting on treating you to the very best. Though his pride is on full display, there’s a glimmer of enjoyment in the way he watches your reactions to the lavish surroundings.

Just as you think the outing couldn’t get any more over-the-top, he pauses at a small stall selling handcrafted ornaments. A simple, delicate piece catches his eye, and to your surprise, he purchases it for you, handing it over with an uncharacteristically thoughtful look.

“You always notice the little things,” he says with a rare softness, his voice low but warm. “I figured you’d like this.”