You stepped out of the carriage with help from the footman, having to grab onto his hand and your dress to keep yourself from falling face first into the gravel. The group made their way into the residence alongside a flood of other well dressed party goers, though you would say it was only you who was taken aback by the sheer opulence of the foyer alone.

It was as if everything glistened and sparkled to catch your eye and drop your jaw. The chandelier dripped light down in diamonds, shifting specks of rainbow around the room with every tiny sway caused by the crossbreeze. Even the champagne glistened in its flutes as servers brought them around the rooms.

You felt a hand at your back used to usher you forward, Sebastian's of course, "My lady, we have a job to do. There is no time to admire the finery."

You nodded and fiddled mindlessly with the hem of your gloves, "Right, yes, sorry." Whilst you had agreed to this whole charade, you still were not sure what the point of it was. You yourself knew who the actual culprits of the murders were but even having told Sebastian you were still entering the party with said culprits. As much as you had tried, you still could not convince the demon that the best course of action was one that would spare the young earl not only time but emotional turmoil.

"Sister, I do hope you remember our plan of action for this party," the boy to your side spoke up. Ciel was wearing a disguise more fitting than a frilly pink dress and pigtails. Madam red had managed to procure a wig in a colour similar to your own hair, though that was surely not enough to convince people you were siblings. Settling for adoptive siblings was a much easier lie to fit into. As for his eye, a bit of makeup had been used to make that portion of his face look burned, as though a damaging scar had taken his sight. He just had to keep his eye closed at all times, his commitment to it in the carriage ride was impressive enough.

"Of course I remember," you hesitated to call him by something familial given the true nature of your relationship, "brother..."

He sighed and tapped his cane, "You are going to need to do better if you wish to convince people of our relation." With that he took the lead of the party, ushering everyone to a somewhat quiet corner of the main room.

You spoke amongst yourselves while facing the commotion of the hall, discussing everyone's roles for the night. You only half paid attention, instead scanning the room to see if you could catch a glimpse of either lady Elizabeth or the Viscount. The two biggest problems of the night.

It wasn't long before your eyes caught on the man of the hour, the Viscount of Druitt, surrounded by floundering women and uncomfortable men. You could almost hear him from where you stood at the opposite end of the room, he was quite loud.

As you expected, he was gorgeous in a generic sense. His hair was like long spun silk and glittered almost as much as the chandelier in the foyer, like dewdrops had fallen upon his head. His attire was stark white though the small pop of colour from the bright red jewel in his lacey jabot was visible even at a distance.

The madam, Grell and Lau made their way into the heart of the party, each giving you a small thumbs up. You hoped you were ready to perform your role.

"So, how am I getting his attention exactly?" You asked the man and boy beside you.

Ciel tapped his cane again, you discerned that it may have been a habit, and Sebastian stepped out to stand before you with his hand offered, "If I may?" He asked with a slight bow that made the chain attached to his glasses dangle.

You looked to Ciel who shooed you off with the wave of his hand, "Go. If anyone knows how to make a scene to get attention it's him." You had to agree with that.

Placing your gloved hand in Sebastian's felt dangerous, reminding you of the last time the two of you shared a dance. With hot cheeks you allowed yourself to be pulled into the crowd, trying your best to ignore as Sebastian moved your arm to link with his. He felt entirely too close.

He brought you further into the throngs of people, almost all of which gushed about the Viscount, however some also mentioned the two of you as you made your way to the centre of the room. Were your cheeks not already aflame in embarrassment they surely would have become so as exclamations of "Oh my, would you look at that gorgeous yellow dress," or "what a handsome pair those two make," were made just within earshot. You weren't sure how much of that attention you would have gotten were it not for the demon by your side.

You glanced at Sebastian's profile and noticed a smirk on his lips, as if to insinuate there was no other outcome. "Another one of your demon tricks?" You asked him, receiving a narrow eyed smirk in response.

"The trick is not so inhuman. You could say this face has its uses," his voice dipped low as he leant down to whisper in your ear, "We already know how it affects even the humans who know too much."

You swayed away from him, ear and neck stinging with even more heat. "It's not just your face I like," you admitted, rubbing at your earlobe with your free hand, "Though what I think of you is of no consequence."

You couldn't read the expression on his face, almost too unlike a human one despite the physical features he'd stolen. He returned his gaze to the crowd and replaced the look with his perfectly pleasant facade, "Do not sell yourself short, not all remarks are about me."

You looked around and found a few pairs of eyes looking back. Suddenly feeling incredibly self conscious, you kept your eyes on the arm you had looped with Sebastian's.

"Anyway, how do you suppose I get the viscount's attention?" With another glance around the room, avoiding the prying eyes of the normal attendees, you spotted the aforementioned man of the hour, busy chatting to the several women fawning over him.

Sebastian considered the method for a moment with a thoughtful hand on his chin, "We dance, of course."

It seemed reasonable enough, given it had worked in the series, except there was the complication of your complete lack of ballroom dancing ability. Though it wasn't a problem the last time, you had a hard time believing Sebastian could gracefully manoeuvre himself, you and the cumbersome gown. But trust placed in the butler had yet to fail you thus far so if he had a plan you were agreeable to resign to your fate.

As such fate would have it, the next song saw you pulled onto the dance floor with Sebastian bowing to you, a hand out to take. He looked over the rim of his glasses and it hadn't gone unnoticed that his eyes had taken on that all too familiar magenta hue. A shiver ran up your spine.

Dancing with Sebastian was easy, just as it had been the last time, enjoyable even. He pulled and swayed with practised elegance and you allowed yourself to get swept up in it, not even bothering to count your steps. The steady beat of the music pulsed through your veins like your own heartbeat and you found that keeping your eyes focused on Sebastian's stopped you from getting dizzy, even as the two of you danced in circles.

You glanced over your frilled shoulder to see the madam comfortably tucked into an armchair off in the corner of the room. Her laugh was as boisterous as it was boastful, commanding all who heard it to look upon her with adoration and admiration as she held the attention of several men and women. You had no doubt they were gushing about their latest pieces of gossip.

With the number of people surrounding her, one could almost forget she had come to the party with an attendant, one who had been glued to her side until right at that moment.

Your heart sank a little. Whilst you were having fun dancing with the devilishly handsome butler there was a woman whose life hung in the balance. Your power to change the narrative could be god sent to someone like her, "Shit- Grell is gone, we have a chance to stop her before she kills that woman. We just have to leave no-"

Sebastian's hands tightened, pulling your focus back to him, "Your job is to garner the attention of the Viscount," he glanced over your shoulder, "We must do as we're told, my lady."

His lips pulled back into a tight smile, still glancing over your shoulder and you noticed that the music had been replaced with a slow clapping. You schooled your own expression, hoping you managed to look happy or pleased by the time you turned to face him. The Viscount.

He and Sebastian swapped looks and the demon bowed, hand on heart, "I will see to procuring refreshments, my lady."

The Viscount's eyes trailed from Sebastian's retreating back to you, "My my, what a glorious picture you paint, oh fair maiden," he mused, eyelids dropped to cast an almost ominous shadow over the grey of his irises, "Why, I could mistake you for the sun herself with such lustrous beauty."

His head was held high as he looked down his nose at you, the proud smile he wore suggested you were to be delighted by his attention, "Were I not a modest man I would almost assume you were trying to get my attention." You found your hand swept up in his own as he placed upon your knuckles a brief kiss, "Consider it yours."

It took a significant amount of focus and reserve to not to recoil at the touch, you shall ask to be commended for it once you returned home, "Oh you mustn't tease me so, Lord Druitt. For if your attention was truly all mine that would surely attract the ire of every lady in this room."

He blinked and his mouth twitched from smile to smirk, "For you to suggest I should not bask in your radiance... it is as though you are suggesting I should cast myself in darkness and despair. I simply cannot put myself through such torture." Well, if you had it your way that would be exactly what you'd suggest.

Instead you smiled, polite and unabashed by such a dramatic compliment, "If that is so, then how best might you save me from these jealous onlookers." Sebastian's relentless teasing was probably to thank for your resilience against the Viscounts charm, that and the prior knowledge you had of his character.

"Are you requesting a private audience?" The Viscount inched closer, twisting delicately the champagne flute in his hand between his thumb and forefinger, "I suppose it is time for the sun to hide away for the night."

The knowledge that you had a demon lurking around to protect you did little to quell the bought of nausea you felt at the idea of following the Viscount to his dungeon of debauchery. You sucked in a breath, "Are you perhaps offering one?"

He chuckled and took a glance around the room, using his free hand to turn you around, "Do you see that door over there?" He asked while pointing to a large, ornate black door in a lonely corner of the room, "Meet me there when the entertainment starts."

After that, he disappeared into the crowd with nary a glance over his shoulder.

Sebastian appeared beside you and slipped something into your hand, fingers lingering only a moment too long where they touched your own, "A meeting already, my lady? I'm impressed."

You nodded, bringing the rim of the glass to your lips, water, "I think that door leads to the room I told you about. The one with the fumes that knocked out the young master."

Sebastian's eyes followed the direction you were looking at, "You have played your role well up until now. Surely such a thing will not stop you from finishing what we came here for?" he asked with his head then tilted to leer down at you over your shoulder.

A grimace tugs at your face and you flick your eyes up to his, "No- I just... I don't want to get hurt for something that isn't even really necessary. I mean, what's going to happen to me down there?"

He chuckled, and the sound was far more honeyed than when the Viscount did it, "Let me worry about that , Miss Sunshine."