There’s something mildly tragic about a 40-something guy turning up at a nightclub on the far west side of Manhattan on a Monday night. Even worse is dressing like you are in the chorus of a middle-school production of Oklahoma!, in saggy, billowy denim and a loud flannel shirt. Add to this bleak picture a pair of clunky leather sandals—which surely break some kind of club commandment—and a gigantic to-go soda cup the size of which would give Michael Bloomberg chest palpitations, and you’ve got a man practically crying out for help.

But, by all accounts, the guy does have a lot of help. The man is Abdul Aziz bin Fahd, the New York Post reports, a Saudi Prince worth an estimated $10 billion.

The 43-year-old Bin Fahd pulled up to the two-story club Avenue in Chelsea on Monday night with a fleet of 15 Mercedes sedans, most occupied by just a driver, and a flock of private security guards, who, apparently did not tell him to leave the big gulp and gladiator sandals at home (or homes, rather, as the Post reports he owns). Bin Fahd, reportedly the youngest and favorite son of the late King Fahd bin Abdul Aziz al-Saud, married the granddaughter of Sultan bin Abdulaziz in 2010.

For the billionaire who has everything, going clubbing in clothes that would be swinish on anyone else is the ultimate power play. Who needs to throw on that same chambray button-down every Wall Street analyst is wearing when you reportedly own $1 billion worth of property in the U.S. alone? Why care how you dress when you’re able to leave a 60,000-pound tip at an Ibiza restaurant, as he reportedly did? It’s kind of like when a Hollywood “It girl” turns up on a red carpet in a jumpsuit or Kendall Jenner shows up to a party with a high ponytail and blows all the girls with blowouts out of the water. When you’ve got “it”—talent, undeniable beauty, or, in this case, an unfathomable amount of money and a royal pedigree—you’re free from the constraints that hold the rest of the world back. So while money can’t buy happiness, per se, it can buy the ability for you get away with wearing deplorable flip-flops to a weeknight club. Some things are truly priceless.