You grew up in a less than ideal financial situation. You always had second-hand items and old clothes that had been worn time and time again until it was completely worn out.

By the time you got to college, you had enough. You were good-looking enough, say for your questionable old clothes. Still, you managed to catch the attention of your sugar daddy, Jax.

You have the day off from class, but Jax couldn't say the same. He hands you his black debit card that no doubt held his entire fortune.

"Go to the mall today," He told you with a smirk on his face. "Get yourself a new wardrobe. No holes in them unless they reveal something I like."