You enjoy just exploring the mansion for a while, gawking at its luscious carpeted floor and its extravagant chandeliers, at the beautifully carved doors and ornate candelabras that line its halls, at the soft silky curtains that waver gently before the utterly spotless windows.
Soon, you find a door that seems somewhat out of place. It's far plainer than the others, a dull brown compared to the far more vibrant colors of the superior materials that the rest of the structure consists of. Peeking inside, you can see that the room past it is a little messy, several objects covered in a thin layer of dust, the windows streaky and unclean, and the beds (all simple bunk-beds) unmade. You wonder what could justify such a startlingly lower standard for this singular room, but then you spot a maid's uniform on the floor. This must be the servants' quarters (and apparently, those servants don't take as much pride in their own living space as they do in that of their masters).
You start getting curious while you're here, and after a while you can't resist poking around a bit. Most of the drawers in the room just contain socks and things like that... but what about the closet? Unable to resist taking just a little look inside, you open the closet door... only to have piles and piles of clothing fall out on top of you. It's enough to completely bury you, and it even takes you a few seconds to actually climb back out, at which point...