A purpose.
“Young Straton, I hope you are wearing something other than that when guests intend to arrive here.”
“It matters that much? Fine, I can deal with that, I’ve been meaning to try some new outfits that the Madam Spider made for me.”
He grins and the butler looks at him with a smile.
“That’s more like it sir. Show them how good the Straton family can be, impress them. Don’t make them forget.”
“Right! I understand.”
Heading to the churchy part of the mansion, it reminds me of a long hallway that leads to a spiraling stair that heads up into the final destination of where a boss battle can take place at: The silence, the carefully architected walls decorated and tells a long forgotten story, stained glass windows that read the history of my family, the ceiling painted like the Sistine Chapel, the floor made of a beautiful element ore that has been smoothed out, and all it needed was the church organ. The organ depicting evil and god at the same time, the collision of two known forces that can make beauty absolutely shrilling or haunting that can be turned into innocence. Maybe a priest could be added and gives the protagonist the sacred weapon out of all weapons before he faces the main antagonist. Where he represents god and the antagonist represents evil but in the views of the antagonist, he sees what he is doing is an act of god for what he had lost in his past. It could be a beautiful story if well written.
I head up the spiraling staircase and go to wear something different.