Many of us might admit to a vicarious fascination with the lives of the rich and famous. Television programs have focussed on this, whether real or fantasy lives. This article in the National Post by Brandon Presser makes interesting reading. Are the filthy rich really so different from you or I? I recently watched The Butler which gave some insight although it's mainly about the era and the racism.
Butlers are not just present in Downton Abby and The White House. They live and apparently exist to serve you at the Plaza Hotel in New York. Some requests are mundane: more ice is frequent. But, relax, millionaires and billionaires have some quirks. Have you ever thought of bathing surrounding by oysters on the shell, sharing the water with you? The potential pleasure in this ritual has never occurred to me.
Some butlers are asked to perform bizarre tasks. Unusual food items are requested: tarantulas? A butler must be able to be ever present but rarely seen and certainly not observant of anything that should be private. If by chance something titillating is viewed, it must never be mentioned or discussed with anyone. Discretion is all.
When you have everything money can buy, it must be difficult to come up with new desires.