When anything and everything you ask for is handed to you, those hands seem to blur into nothingness and you forget they're alive just like you are.

He wore a tailor's masterpiece of obsidian fabric so expensive that it would've been personally offended to have been referred to as a 'black suit'. It was a really nice black suit.

The money he stuffed into the gaping void of family fell limply through to the floor of a mansion he lived in alone.

...as if his bank account wasn't about to see numbers it would have to take a remedial math course just to identify.