Ah, the beautiful things, the beautiful people. You dream in colours, of furs and feathers, champagne and foie gras, lavish attentions and spotlights. You bask in it all, and relish each moment that your friends are indebted to you and your fortune. Like a generous god, you make possible the conditions for beauty to flourish. Wanna be friends? We might not be so good at the fawning, but maybe we can meet somewhere in the middle.