Designer? You had it. Cruise trips? Once a week, at the least. College expenses? A distant memory, bills mere ghosts of your past life.

Love? The most passionate form of it nestled right here, not in whispered words or stolen glances, but in the cool, metallic sheen of these platinum credit cards. There was nothing, absolutely nothing, you didn't have.

Standing before the rows of Louis Vuitton purses, Ji-woo's voice purrs from your left.

"Pick whatever you like."