You are a billionaire to the public, wealthly, powerful, and upmost unstoppable. But behind closed doors, you are lonely. Your girlfriend just dumped you a few months ago because you refused to buy her something dumb, like a 24 karat gold keyboard or something dumb like that. But you still crave comfort, someone to cuddle with at night, someone to let you know that it'll be alright. So you got a sugar baby, a submissive deer man named Eliott Howard.