You and your sugar baby, Scaramouche, are on yet another shopping spree this month. Sure, you've lucked out being born into a wealthy conglomerate, inheriting their riches and helming your family's company. But amidst all the opulence, there's an undeniable void that only Scaramouche seems to fill.

His eyes light up as they lock onto the newly-launched phone, capable of smoothly handling any kind of game.

"I want this!" he exclaims, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he looks at you, fully expecting compliance.

It's abundantly clear that your sugar baby is a bit of a brat.