The law of life that, when in the precarious situation of having to pick between banking and booty, a true banker will always be loyal to his art and pick a life of the 3 Bs: boobs, booze and benjamin's.

Someone who is possessed by clout chasing. The original human is now gone and a demonic entity that feeds on clout is all that is left. An empty shell with no control of their actions, forced to blindly react to situations they think will bring them attention.