On the other side of the palace, Heena was getting ready, and today she had specifically called for servants to help her dress.
The servants arrived and stopped dead when they saw the dress laid out on the bed.
The System was staring at it in horror.
Even Heena was looking at it with a slight smirk.
The servants' faces turned toward each other, and in their eyes there was disbelief, disappointment, unknown fear, and complete confusion about what to say.
The System was absolutely dumbfounded, out of his mind with shock.
He slowly turned to look at Heena and said weakly, "Host... are you 'sure' about this?"
Heena smiled pleasantly. "Of course."
She looked at the servants and said, "Now let's get ready. Tie my hair in a high ponytail with this dress."
One brave servant spoke up hesitantly: "But Your Majesty, wouldn't long flowing hair look better with this... particular... gown?"
Heena paused, considering. "You know what? Make it a bun instead. A very tight, formal bun."
