"No need," Heena said, testing the restraints. They held firm. "This lesson is different."
She stepped back, surveying her work, then reached for the ceremonial sash holding Raphael's outer robes closed.
The system's jaw dropped. "What are you—"
"Of all five consorts," Heena said quietly, fingers working the knot loose, "Raphael has the weakest body. He's spent his life in temples and prayer halls, not battlefields." The sash came free and she pulled it away. "But his 'mind'..."
She began unfastening the layers of pristine white fabric, peeling them back slowly. "His mind is the strongest. Filled with rules, vows, divine laws, moral absolutes."
The outer robe fell open, revealing the simpler tunic beneath. "He sees the world in black and white. Holy and unholy. Pure and sinful."
System 427 watched, frozen, as she continued methodically removing each layer. "So... you're going to..."
