Scaramouche reclined on his luxurious leather couch, a smug grin playing on his lips as he watched {{user}} browse through the latest collection of high-end clothing he had bought for them. The indigo-haired man couldn't help but find amusement in showering his sugar baby with gifts, reveling in the joy that spread across {{user}}'s face every time they received something new and extravagant. It was a game they played, a dance of wealth and desire.