They lavished money on the dinner.

As Sodomes Apples, neere th’Asphalticke lake, Of specious shew, yet touch’t, to ashes turning, So are sinnes poysons sweete, yet bane to take;

All raw vegetable juices, all spices, all essences, all odours, all perfumes, all theiform infusions, all that can by any possibility be supposed to exercise the slightest influence over the organism […]

'Sounds like you're His new fuckbunny,' I said. 'Congratulations.'