You were taken to what Sebastian called the servants wing and there you and the butler parted ways in front of yet another door. He knocked and explained to Mey-Rin, who had been waiting inside, that she was to help fit you into your clothes while he attended to the dinner preparations. As he left he whispered into your ear not to mention where you were from, and then he was gone.

The maid gushed over you, exclaiming her happiness at having you there and it made you feel warm. You were glad to have someone who could make you feel comfortable in such a trying situation. She took your hand and pulled you to a closet at the far end of the room. "Sebastian gave me some clothes for you earlier this eve'nin' before he left.'' She opened the closet and you noticed three knee length dresses with puffy sleeves. The colours were dark, you suppose it was to fit the Phantomhive aesthetic. There was black, navy and brown. They were relatively plain save for a few decorative silver buttons on the breasts. There was also a petticoat hung up to be put under the dresses to give them volume.

"Oh wow," you murmured, reaching a hand out to feel the fabric. It was thick and heavy, perfect for keeping out the London cold. You were about to pull one of the dresses down when you realized what Mey-Rin had just said. "Wait, he only gave these to you before he left? Were they already in storage or something?"

She pondered your questions for a second, "No, I don't think he had gotten them before today. Why?" Because, that would mean he had gotten the clothes for you before even knowing you would agree to his deal. Crafty, he must have known he was going to make an offer you couldn't refuse.

"Oh no reason, he just got them quickly is all."

The maid gushed, "That's Sebastian for you, the perfect butler, he is." She was blushing and you were reminded of her infatuation with him.

"Right..." you supplied, eager to just get on with changing into your clothes.

You started by undressing, happy to finally be out of the rags you woke up in and place them, along with the butler's coat, onto the bed behind you. Mey-Rin was quick to help you change, opening up drawers and pulling out fresh undergarments including some poofy looking shorts, which to your dismay, turned out to be what counts as underwear in this time period. You hadn't expected to be going 'commando' and you loathed to think of what being on your period would be like in them.

When you have just those on you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror beside the wardrobe. You thought to yourself that you looked absolutely ridiculous and it made you chuckle, causing the maid to pause momentarily to ask what you were laughing at.

"Nothing," you replied, "I've just never really worn anything like this before. It looks funny."

Mey-Rin followed your gaze to the mirror and smiled sincerely, "They're just the undergarments, [Y/N], but I think you look beautiful, yes I do." She looked back to you and your eyes went wide, that really made you genuinely happy. You had always seen Mey-Rin as a ditzy, boy crazy airhead on the show but in person, she was really genuine and you found that you couldn't wait to be good friends with her.

You muttered a "Thank you..." feeling bashful and having to stop yourself from doing the Debby Ryan face, instead, you actually accepted the compliment for what it was.

She continued to help you dress, pulling out long black socks, slightly heeled brown boots and black gloves. When it came to the dress, she told you to pick the color you wanted to try on for the night, not that the decision would really matter given you would most likely need to take the outfit off in a few hours.

You chose the brown dress and then you were helped into the petticoat. She then pulled out what looked to be an apron and helped to secure it around your waist. You realized you would probably need her help again to get out of the whole ensemble, at least the first few times.

Once the entire outfit was put together you looked in the mirror again. Standing next to the maid you noticed how your outfits look very similar, just a few minor differences, mostly to do with your lack of frills.

You also saw just how badly your hair needed tending. "Hey, Mey-Rin. Is there a brush or something I can fix my hair with? It looks like a nest."

"I have a brush in my room, I can go and grab that for you?"

"Oh thank you, that would be great."

Once she had left the room you took a moment to reassess your situation, flopping down on your new single-sized bed. You were now actually involved with the main cast and thus the main story. There wasn't a doubt in your mind that you were going to end up getting into some kind of supernatural trouble.

You heard a knock on the door and let them know they could come in. Mey-rin entered, handing you a brush and then excusing herself, saying she had chores to attend to. You wondered what mess Sebastian would have to clean up when she was done.

You gave your hair the much needed maintenance it deserved and then looked at yourself again in the mirror, making minor adjustments to your hair to feel more like yourself.

There was another knock at the door and again, you called out that they could come in. When the door opened you saw that familiar pale faced butler. "[Y/N]," he greeted with a curt smile.

"Oh, it's you. What's up?" you question, the wording probably a little too modern.

You noticed his eyes squint a little, you could even describe it as a wince. "The clothes suit you well," he decided to tell you, "I picked them out with your measurements in mind. You will find they fit you perfectly."

You took a second to stretch, testing the seams to their max and finding that they did indeed fit perfectly. "Yeah, you're right. Fits like a glove." you pause, "Thank you Kanye, very cool," you add, just to see if you could get a reaction.

You did, his smile dropped and he took a deep breath in. "I assume that is a phrase from your world. We do not have... Kanye, here."

You had to stop yourself from laughing behind your hand, something about this reserved, perfect demon butler saying 'we do not have Kanye' was hilarious. He looked at you with boredom clear on his face.

"Regardless, I came to show you around the manor and let you know of your chores."

"Chores? I thought I was just an advisor?"

"You are an advisor, though, I hope you didn't expect to lay about doing nothing when you were not advising." The corners of his lips turned up into a devious smile, "Oh my, you didn't think you would be able to live in the mansion without chores, did you?"

Then it was your smile that dropped. You supposed it was fair, just like in any household. A sigh made it past your lips and you shrugged, "I guess not. What do I need to do?"

"Follow me," he beckoned, turning around to leave.

You stood up from your bed, "Wait, aren't you supposed to be cooking dinner right now?"

He turned just a fraction towards you, "Dinner has been served already," he answered, fixing his gloves and looking down his nose at you, "I am simply one hell of a butler."

He took you on a detailed tour of the estate and a few times you pointed out that you recognized a room. As you were being led around, Sebastian informed you on what chores you were expected to do; dusting, sweeping, laundry, etc. In all honesty, they weren't hard chores to do and how else were you going to occupy time anyway. You missed your phone.

"Aren't most of these the chores that Mey-rin does?" When the butler acknowledged you, there was a look of annoyance in his eyes.

"You are correct, but as I'm sure you know, her work is often," he tilted his head, searching for a word, "subpar."

You nodded, having felt a little awkward. You didn't really want to bad mouth the maid after all the help she had given you earlier, but you would have been lying if you said you didn't think she was a bit of a clutz when you watched the show.

It felt like it had been a few hours since you had started the tour, at one point you had to wait as Sebastian put Ciel to bed, and you yourself felt a yawn building up in your throat. You covered your mouth just as he was explaining how to arrange cutlery and he looked up from the table.

"You humans tire far too easily," he remarked, setting down a desert spoon and straightening his posture. "I suppose it is late for you, do you wish to retire to bed?"

You waved a hand at him, about to say no when another yawn escaped you. Okay, maybe it was time for bed. "I guess I should get some sleep. When do I have to be up tomorrow?"

"I will come to wake you before sunrise. That leaves you," he brought out his pocket watch to check the time, "6 hours of sleep."

You whined, "6 hours... Why do I have to be up so early?"

"That is a normal time for employees of this estate to wake." The butler informed you, stuffing the watch back into his pocket. You rubbed at your eyes and ran your hand from your cheek to your neck, thinking about how tired you would be tomorrow.

Seeming to take pity on you Sebastian sighed, "If it helps I suppose you may have a rest for a few hours sometime tomorrow. Only after your duties are completed." A distinct emphasis on only.

You beamed at him, "Thank youuu," you drawled.

"Don't make me regret that decision. You will make sure to complete all tasks with the care and precision I would expect of even myself." He cleaned up the plates and cutlery he was demonstrating with, "I trust you can find your own way back to your room?"

You nodded, "I'm sure I can manage. Goodnight," you reply, already halfway out the door as he says goodnight back.

It wasn't until you turned down a third unlit hallway that you realized the oil lamps and candles had all been put out, probably by Sebastian at some point. You were a little scared, to say the least, the eeriness of the dark in this world was significantly increased.

Your eyes adjusted to the darkness after a while and you could just barely make out the twists and turns of the manor, feeling relief wash over you when you come across hallways with moonlight streaming through the windows.

It took a while but you eventually found your way to the servants quarters, only then realizing that you didn't know which door led to your room. You pressed your ear to the doors as you passed, in two you could hear faint snoring. You slowly opened the door of the room you couldn't hear anyone in and immediately closed it back when you saw Finnian curled up under his blanket, pillow in a crushing embrace, and Baldroy sprawled out on his back on top of the sheets.

The last few rooms you had been told were used as storage so you didn't bother checking then, but there were two doors between you and them, so at least one had to lead to your room. You cautiously opened the first door and saw that it looked how you remembered so you stroll in, not wanting to spend more time in the dark hallway. You had started to feel like someone was watching you out there.

Everything looks normal, very impersonal and bland, like no one had even touched it. It made sense to you that this was the room you were assigned, at least until you remembered what the demon's room was described as.

You figured there was really only one way to determine whose room it was and head over to the wardrobe. As you reach out for the handle a gloved hand is slammed onto the doors. You jumped, your heart nearly exploding out of your chest in surprise, only calming down when you see the butler's smiling face.

"I believe you are lost," he stated, moving his hand away from the wardrobe and standing in front of you, "Your room is the next one over." He was moving closer to you and you swallowed down your nerves. "Unless, perhaps you meant to end up in my room." His smile was devilish, his eyes faintly taking on that glowing pink hue you'd seen in the show.

You think you know what he was insinuating and you shook your head fiercely, "No! I-" you stuttered, "I just got lost, I'll leave now, sorry!" he stopped you as your hand landed on the doorknob, his once again slamming to keep the door shut. You could feel his breath on the nape of your neck and it made the hairs on your arms stand, goosebumps prickled along your skin.

"Do not delude yourself into thinking I'm unaware of how I make you feel," he said, right into your ear. You moved to cover it but he used his free hand to grab your wrist. "It would seem that even from another world, you humans are not immune to a demon's charm." He rested his nose at the crook of your neck, his hair falling onto your shoulder, "Your heart rate quickens and your ears tint pink when you see me. Not to mention your scent, quite the giveaway."

Your face was burning and your stomach was in knots. This was just like those fanfictions you had read, you found it hard to believe this wasn't just some fever dream. When you turned around to push him off he wasn't there. Scanning the room, you saw no trace of the demon.

You rushed over to the wardrobe and opened it, finding those two other dresses from earlier. You were in your room.