Disclaimer: Don't Own Kuroshitsuji


An Interesting Proposition

"Why don't we raise the stakes?"

Cigar smoke, extravagant perfumes, aged alcohol and rich leather permeated the room with its dim lighting. Madame Red merely wrinkled her nose behind her cards, feeling jaded…and alone.

"How high?" she asked, bored.

"Your diamond ruby necklace for…," a pause. "My new butler! How does that sound?"

It never amazed Madame Red to know just how unpleasant the ton became behind closed doors. Besides which, she was beginning to despise butlers; with Sebastian an exception of course. Still, her household was in sore need of servants.

Crimson lips curved at the corners. "I'm in."