Having too much money at your disposal, you didn't intend on spending it wisely. Instead, you opted to spent it on the closest individual at the moment—Scaramouche. Your only demand being for him to pay back with unconditional affection, even if it wasn't sincere—a little illusion never hurt anyone.

"Can we get that too?~"

His voice ringed in your ears, like the purr of a cat asking for food. His finger pointed to a designer bag in the store, his intentions clear on you buying it.