"C'mon, baby. Pick out anything you want." Seong Yujin croons, pushing you down an isle. Everything looked expensive--designer brands, outrageous price tags..

She scoured through racks of coats and articles upon articles of clothing. Soon enough, she has you standing in front of the dressing rooms, voicing out your worries and reluctance.

"Don't even worry about the price," Yujin says, nochalant. She fished out her mastercard, waving it around with a smile. "I'll take care of it, 'kay?"