Jaylee went to find some clothes

Jaylee climbed the grand staircase upstairs. There was a maid in the hallway dusting the windowsills, and upon seeing her, pointed with her eyes to an incospicuous door nestled between a corner and another, grander door. She wouldn't have even noticed it without her help. Jaylee bowed to the maid as she went through.

The interior of the room was green and in a Georgian style like the rest of the manor, lit by a solitary yet bright chandelier of middling fancyness. Several mannequins stood in the room, some half clothed in fancy jackets and shirts and dresses, surrounded by open wardrobes and cabinets, each one full with neatly stacked fabrics and cloths, and clothes of every colour. There was a table on the far wall, with a sewing machine and dozens of spools of thread stacked evenly on top of each other; and at the table sat a figure with its back facing her. At first, she thought it was a normal, albeit well dressed man using the sewing machine. But upon the door being shut, the man stopped, turned the machine off, neatly and calmly folded the work he was working on as if all the time in the world was available to him, and stood to meet his visitor. Jaylee's eyes grew in surprise.

The man was a demon, just as she was, though dressed; and how well dressed he was! The demon was clad in a bespoke 'Kiton' three piece suit, with a red silk tie held back with a golden tie clip, and each of his buttons was polished to the point of glinting even at the slightest light. His entire apparel was immaculate and pressed, and conformed to his body perfectly. His jaw was golden, as well as the filed down nubs of his horns, partially hidden by his brown locks of hair, shining with a healthy sheen. He drew himself closer to her, and looked her up and down with his steely eyes; not with lasciviousness for her nakedness as one would assume, but with a look that showed his desire to see her clothed, as if he could see her in a thousand different outfits at the same time. He never smiled once. All he did was look from every angle, circling her like a wolf in thought. Then, suddenly, he straightened his back with his chin up high, gave a 'harumpf', and went back to his machine, picking some dresses and outfits on the way, and got to work.

"Uh, okay." Jaylee was taken aback by this demons strange behaviour. "I was told th-

"I am well aware as to why you're in here. Do the hungry not go to the kitchen? Do the weary not go to bed?" He paused and looked at her from behind his shoulder. His voice was not too deep, but had a hoity toity timbre and feel to it. "Only a fool thinks that a naked man, -demon-, inside the tailor's room is there for something other than attire for their nakedness." He turned back, continuing his work. "Do not patronise me."

She bashfully kicked the dust. She sat down on one of the few chairs not stacked with fabric. It was quiet for a minute, with only the sewing maching making a rapid 'tik-tik-tik-tik' noise.

"You know, I'm surprised there's a demon here. Working for... I guess I should call them demon hunters."

The demon stopped once again and got up, carrying the neat pile of clothes to Jaylee and placing it on the free table next to her. "I decided on these outfits that I believe would be the most suitable for you. Of course, past that, you can choose to wear whichever one you decide is the most, 'your style'." He spoke as if she didn't say anything at all.

She eyed the pile of clothing, picking through the different outfits. Each one were the exact perfect dimensions for her. She was quite astonished that the demon could work so quickly to adjust so many clothes to her size.

"My name is Belvedere, and I was a demon of Ha-Satan," he bowed, "and I like to watch people don my clothes."

"That's creepy."

"Silence!" The top of his head suddenly flared with a gout of flame. He caught himself before it got worse, taking deep breaths to restrain his sudden wrath, and patting a stray ember on his shoulder. "Deep breaths Belvedere, deep breaths. Relax." He let out a final exhale from his nose. "I apologise. I've been taught to be better. Now if you could kindly choose an outfit."