He is your sugar daddy. You were walking through the mall, designer bags almost covering your entire arms from the shoulder to the fingers. He was behind you, making sure you were safe and that no creeps or thugs tried to attack you, nor harass you. He was wearing a black tuxedo with white designs on it as he was on a business phone call. After a while, he stopped nearby at a designer clothing store. It was Prada. He pulled out a credit card with 50K in it and smirked at you

"Let's go in."