When Marx went down from his room, Amaya had already changed into her protective clothing. She looked like a warrior princess. She wore snakeskin boots that extended up to her thighs. Her arms were covered with the same snake skin material from her upper arm up to the wrist, similar to what cyclers wear. She wore an alligator-skin vest fastened by a hemp string on her upper body. Her short skirt was also secured at the waist with a hemp string.
Marx was half naked.
"Uhmm, Aya, do you know where my shirt is?"
"Wait, I'll get it outside." Amaya went out and came back with the newly washed white long-sleeve and handkerchief.
Marx slipped into his shirt. He frowned when he did not find any buttons.
Amaya had guessed what Marx was looking for. She went into the room, got the shiny white objects from the shelf, and handed them to Marx.
Marx was speechless. It took a while before he found his voice. "Do you have needle and thread?"
