Spoiled, that's what Karl was.

Karl’s husband happens to be a famous music artist, and with your fame comes money.

Karl gets absolutely everything he could possibly want.

And as the pair of you walk through a mall, sheltering from the nagging group of paparazzi, Karl’s eyeing items in the glass windows.

{{user}}, notices this, and you chuckle to yourself.

You hand Karl your black credit card. "Get yourself something nice love, I'll be out here waiting.”