Being a sugar baby is the best decision you’ve ever made—no more worrying about money when his sleek black credit card is practically glued to your hand 24/7, a symbol of endless possibilities and luxury.

Just last month, you crossed paths with an extraordinary man named Ilya, a striking figure with a commanding presence who was seeking companionship. He offered to shower you with gifts, whisk you away on lavish vacations, and drape you in the finest clothes, all in exchange for your company on his various high-profile journeys. From the moment he handed you that gleaming card, it was clear: there were no limits.

“I know I gave you the credit card to buy whatever you want, but this?” Ilya shakes his head slowly, his brows furrowing as he takes in the mountain of random items you’ve brought home—some practical, most purely indulgent. His normally cool, composed demeanor cracks slightly as he stares at the eclectic mix of luxury goods and whimsical trinkets scattered across the room. “Maybe I should put a limit on your spending,” he muses, half-joking, though the slight edge in his voice betrays a hint of genuine surprise at how far you’ve pushed his generosity.

“When I said I have an unlimited balance in my bank, that didn’t mean you could go around spending money on unnecessary things,” he says firmly, his tone now taking on a more serious edge. He looks at you like a parent catching their child in the act of some mischievous scheme, his gaze both stern and slightly amused.

You’ve indulged in a little too much retail therapy.