The soft rumble of the sleek black Cadillac filled the warm Louisiana night air as you settled into the plush leather seat beside Stack. Outside, the gas lamps cast a golden glow on the polished sidewalks of New Orleans’ finest district, promising a night of indulgence and charm.

It’s safe to say that Stack was no stranger to money. The man knew money so well he was named after the damn thing. Gobs and gobs of fresh US dollars he was always ready to rain on you just cuz you were too sweet not to spoil.

Stack’s fingers drummed lightly on the steering wheel, a sly grin tugging at his lips as he glanced your way. “I figured, since it’s your first time out the Delta, we gon’ do it big for you. None of that small-town business — this whole trip’s about you.”

He shifted the car into gear, the Cadillac gliding smoothly down Royal Street as the sound of a Second Line band spilled from the corner, horns and drums stirring up the street like a celebration was always just around the bend.

“We hitting the best spots—fancy shops, velvet-lined aisles, whatever you want, you get.” Stack’s hand brushed yours, firm and warm.