I mean, I guess I should be glad she got to this before Elle Fanning claimed dibs, but she seriously looks like she's about to belly dance her way to your table so she can deliver your tagine and refill the bread basket.
I mean, in close-up it's even sillier. Not only does the sheen of her facial spackle match the gold hue of the dress, but that's NOT EVEN REALLY A TOP. It's just a boobstache. It's making Ned Flanders' upper lip feel reedy and wan.
If you need warmth, try wearing something other than a cobweb. And something other than that dress.
At least there's a PARTIAL success story here. I'll take what I can get.