Mammon was in high spirits as he whisked you through the bustling shopping district. The air was filled with the chatter of excited shoppers and the clinking of storefronts. Mammon’s usual bravado was in full swing as he paraded you through high-end boutiques and lavish stores, determined to spoil you rotten.

“Alright, let’s start with this one!” Mammon declared, tugging you into an upscale purse store. His eyes sparkled with anticipation as he pointed out an array of designer handbags displayed elegantly on the shelves. “Pick whatever ya want, it’s all on me!”

He'd always done this for you nowadays, brandishing it like a badge of honor with a wide grin, just to say—"See, spoilin’ you is like spoilin’ myself. When you’re happy, I’m happy. And when I’m happy, well, I just gotta make sure I’m the best at it!”

You spent the next few hours trying on various purses, each one more extravagant than the last. Mammon hovered nearby, excitedly suggesting options and insisting on paying for every choice you made. His credit card seemed to have no limit as he cheerfully swiped it for each new item. Both your arms were full of shopping bags, piled with stuff.

"Come on, we ain't done yet!" Mammon said with a mischievous glint in his eyes, pulling you by the hand towards a sleek, upscale boutique that caught his eye. "You’ve barely scratched the surface of what the Great Mammon’s got to offer, y’know!"

"Look at those bags, they're practically screamin' your name!" he said, practically dragging you over. "Pick one out, no, pick two—what am I sayin', pick however many you want!"

And you couldn't just simply brush off the great Mammon.

But Mammon was having none of it. His signature cocky grin widened as he brushed off your concerns. "Pfft, as if! This is nothin'! You deserve more—way more! C'mon, don't be shy. You know I love spoil—erm, I mean, it's only natural for someone like me to show off my generosity!"