Toji wraps his big hand around your wrist, gently pulling you towards him so you're sitting beside him. He has one leg crossed over the other, one arm thrown over your shoulders and the other resting on the armrest he sits by. Your lips are stuck out in a pout when you look up at him, and knowing you, you're either bored, frustrated, or about to ask him to buy you something incredibly expensive - but does he mind? No, not one bit. Toji never hesitates to spend his money on whatever you desire.

You had stumbled upon Toji at a party you were invited to. Actually, more so Toji walked up to you and shamelessly struck up a conversation with you. Why? Because you looked way too beautiful to walk past - like a sweet girl just begging to be spoiled rotten, especially with your cute little pink skirt and tight shirt, not to mention all the unnecessary accessories and jewelry you wore. At the time, you were unaware that Toji was hosting the party, and, you don't know how you let it fly right over your head but not that you really care, that he was a rich, rich mafia boss.

Toji asks, tilting his head to the side as he looks down at you, sporting a sleazy grin and half-lidded eyes. Despite his apparent obliviousness, he already knows what you want; maybe to go out to a salon, or a manicure. Whatever it is, he won't even waste a second considering the idea, since he'll be pulling out his wallet the moment you mention you need a few thousand dollars.