It was your first day of work and you were already running late. Master Trancy would not be happy with this sort of behavior.
You rushed to the front door and, before you could even knock, the head butler had opened it. His name was Claude Faustus, a very...direct man. He looked down at you, glaring in disappointment before speaking.
"You're late, Miss ___________", he said with a stern voice. "The Master will not be pleased to find out you were late on your first day. If you wish to keep this job, I expect you to be on time each day. Do I make myself clear?"
You bowed to him in apology. "Yes, Sir", you replied.
He moved out of the way for you to walk in, your suitcase in hand. Although, you were only allowed to wear one uniform, you had extra clothes just in case.
You looked around with your eyes in amazement. You had only been here once before, but each time you walked inside, your breath was taken away. It was simply elegant and quite beautiful.
"This way", Claude said as he turned down a hallway to his right. "I shall show you to your room first. After, I will have you get dressed and meet your new Master."
You were listening to Claude, but you were also looking around with a smile. Being the demon he is, he could sense your actions. He adjusted his glasses once before continuing.
"The Master does not tolerate airheads. So if you are looking around while he is speaking to you, i can not guarantee your safety", he added.
You bit your bottom lip, as if a little kid who had just gotten in trouble. Claude opened a door to his left, moving out of the way soon after.
"This is your room. Please dress down and come find me when you are done. From there, we will head straight to the Master's room."
And with that, he walked off, adjusting his eyewear yet again. You watched as he left, bowing again as thanks.
You walked back into your designated room, letting out a sigh.
"Oh, man", you said, "This is a very crowded space, isn't it?"
You looked towards a closed window, strutting over to it and opening the dusty blinds. You coughed slightly as particles of debris flew around the room. You opened up the window and took in the fresh air from outside. After that was done, you inched towards your bag, placing it on the bed and unlatching it.
You unpacked your clothes, placing them neatly into the given drawers. When you went to the closet, you noticed a maid outfit had been hanging on a single hanger. You wondered how it got there, but then observed the gaudily piece of clothing. You made a face in slight disbelief.
"Does the master really want me to wear this...?"
Instead of arguing, you took it down and started to undress.
Once you had finished, you walked out of your room, shutting the door behind you and looking both ways of the long hallway. You turned right and simply went back the way you came. You ended up at the front door, still trying to figure out where to go.
The outfit you were wearing was slightly uncomfortable. It was too short for you and you could feel the breeze move underneath you each time you walked. It was a French Maid uniform, but you lived in England. You didn't understand why you had to wear this. Surely the other maids did not have to wear such an exposing attire? You let the thought go, continuing your search.
You had stumbled into yet another hallway, seeing a purple-haired servant on the other end of the hall. His bangs had been parted to the left-well, his right-and his eyes were the same color. You let out a slight gasp of happiness.
