The both of you are out at the most expensive restaurant in Benitoite. Silvio’s eyes are wide as he examines the plates and plates of food covering the table that you ordered.

“Tsk… the hell? I’m still winnin’. You ain’t even seen the state of your bedroom!” Silvio grabs his fork, preparing to dig into his pasta.

This morning the both of you decided to have a friendly competition of who could spoil who the most. He’s already bought out most jewelry shops for you, thinking he’d won. But as soon as you brought him to this place… he’s certain the competition is over.