It's no secret Diddy has a soft spot for the finer things, but is he enjoying a lifestyle so extravagant even Caligula would tip his toga in admiration? A woman who claims to have spent some quality time with the mogul is yapping to the London Sunday Mirror about the many, many minions his high-maintenance ways apparently require.

"Sean's life has to be seen to be believed. He calls himself The King -- and even Prince Charles cannot be any more demanding than he is," alleges one Nai Bacha, who tells the paper she had a "torrid 10-month affair" with the so-called potentate. "He has a cast of thousands to ensure his life is perfect. They hang on his every need ..."

And just what are some of Diddy's needs, besides the personal umbrella holder that was once in his employ? It turns out his given name -- Sean Combs -- may be more than apt given the care he takes with his coiffure.

The chatty Bacha marvels that he travels with a personal barber: "That's the only man on the planet who can trim his hair or give him a shave. Sean never shaves himself."

Then there's his wardrobe, which is as extensive as you'd expect from a guy with his own fashion line.

"Sean is always immaculately dressed and that takes military precision," she yammers to the paper. "He has one guy in charge of his wardrobe, another who's responsible for putting different outfits together. When he came to London he had wardrobes filled with suits. There were about 80 from the biggest designers in the world -- but only in black or white. The cheapest cost about $4,000."

Other staffers on hand are said to include: a personal mixologist with the cushiest gig ever ("There was someone whose sole job for the day was to mix Sean's favorite cocktail -- Patron Silver tequila with ice. He wasn't allowed to make drinks for anyone else"); DJ ("Sean also has someone whose only job is to play his own records wherever he goes. I never heard him listening to anyone else's music"); and bling security ("He has about four security guards for the jewels alone").

But Bacha says Diddy also likes to spread the wealth around. He supposedly showered her with "diamonds and designer clothes" when they were dating and sometimes dropped up to $200,000 on a single night out by buying "the most expensive champagne and tequila for the whole club -- he's extremely generous."

Apparently even behind closed doors.

"Sean knows how to take care of his lady," coos Bacha, who overshares ookily intimate details of their alone-time (let's just say it involves copious amounts of baby oil and leave it at that). "He's the most amazing sensual lover I've ever had."

Bacha says she met Diddy in Toronto in December 2006, right around the time he welcomed twin girls with Kim Porter, who parted ways with him in July, a split she blamed in part on his wandering eye.

"It's not an original script," Porter told the October issue of Essence. "He's not the first man who's cheated."

Diddy, by the by, does have some more downscale desires, reportedly preferring his condiments to be of the thick and slow-moving variety and his candy to be peppermint-free.

"He doesn't like just any ketchup, he'll only have Heinz," recalls Bacha. "And when it comes to gum he won't eat just any type. It has to be fruity-flavored Trident ... he hates the minty stuff."

But not as much as he seemingly hates dealing with the little people. According to the New York Post, Diddy was not amused when a gatekeeper at a New York hot spot had the audacity to ask him to count, a request that prompted him to grow colder than his Patron on ice.

"He walked right up to the door girl with four other people in his crew," a spy tattles to the paper. "When she asked him how many people he was with, Diddy just called her a '[bleeping] bitch' and opened the velvet rope and let himself through."

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