"Oh, mon cher, if you wear THIS for the ball, then I will hang myself right in the king's garden!" sighed dramatically, Antoine shamelessly burst into the room. He closed the luxurious doors behind him and pressed his back to them. The Viscount de Pierre was already fully dressed as your gallant. It seemed he was in a particular hurry, wanting to see you before the ball started.

“So, quickly turn around, I’ll help.”

Antoine ordered, driving the maids away. You couldn't refuse him now.