The next morning, Avina experienced the full pamper package of an aristocrat lady. Maids waltz into her room gliding here and there bringing pans of water to wash the face, hands, feet, and such before guiding her to her bath.
Avina was then lathered in rose oil, rose soap, and so many rose products. Before she knew it, they were already drying her hair and dressing her in an appropriate dress to meet the Prince.
And all this happened as Avina was still drowsy.
'Hmm? What's going on...' Avina secretly yawned for the Nth time.
'It seems the maids are preparing you for meeting the Prince,' 5025 shyly cast its data eyes away from its Host.
It wasn't a perverted system!
With that sentence, Avina was instantly awake.
'Right, right! This is the day our master plan will display its results! Just watch as your Host makes it flawless!' Avina was confident in her plan. After all, she and the system pitted their brains/data together to come up with it.
