"Look," you say, "I'm getting really freaked out here; I'm seeing things...I think I'm changing into...I don't KNOW what, I..."
"A werewolf, sir," the butler says. He's not asking, rather simply stating a fact.
"Ex...excuse me?" you ask. rather shocked at how nonchalant he is about the whole matter.
"There's a curse on the estate, sir. Apparently, a gypsy servant generations ago cursed the land this mansion stands on. The lord or lady of the house becomes a werewolf. You, by having slept in the bed, have claimed ownership of both the house and the curse," he explains, still quite nonchalant.
"What?" you reply, "This is insane! How can you even believe this shit?"
"You yourself told me just moments ago that you thought you were changing, sir. That would seem evidence to me that YOU believe in the curse as well. If you don't, it would certainly seem that the curse believes in you," he smiles a wry smile at you.
"Look...this is all bullshit, I mean seriously...how can you fucking believe this shit?" You're furious, feeling your temperature rising suddenly.
"Well, sir," the butler begins quite dryly, "I can see your fangs right now, and your yellowed eyes would also be a giveaway." You glance to the mirror, and see he's quite right. You gasp, frightened, and they're gone moments later.
You lean against the wall, "Wow...fuck..oh shit..."
"Yes, I believe the other, most recent masters of this house had similar reactions if memory serves. I'm sure I could find some sort of documentation on it all, given enough time," he says, seeming to be a bit bored with you, and more preoccupied with his duties.
"So," you ask, "Is there any way out of this curse?"
"Only death, sir, and I doubt you want that. You'll find that this house has its own charms. You can't leave the grounds, at least not for very long, or else you'll die as well. Of course, the choice IS up to you," the butler says, smiling at you.
"Yeah," you reply, "That's not much of a choice. I think for now I'll stay."
"Wonderful, sir!" says the butler, sounding delighted. "Now, sir about your tastes..."
"My tastes?" you ask, confused.
"The master is entitled to certain benefits of living in the house. One of them is companionship," the butler tells you, quite professionally.
"Umm...alright.." you say.
The butler sighs, realizing you're not catching what he's saying, "Many previous masters of the house have wished for...companions of a physical nature, in particular for when the curse makes them the beast. In order to best aid you in this, I would like to inquire as to your preferences. Do you wish male or female, build, hair color? Do you want someone already bitten, or do you wish to choose an uncursed staff member? We can accomodate you; this house has been standing for quite some time, and we have a large staff. If we can't help you, we can lure someone in who meets your needs. Serving you is our job."
"Well, I..."