At the very least, from Curtis’ legacy, no male from his lineage had been fortunate enough to receive this.

Curtis took out a piece of snakeskin that had been folded into a neat square from the grass pile. Irina’s eyes lit up, and she clearly said, “Give me! Give me!”

Curtis first spread out the dress, but it was taken away just as Irina reached out for it. In its place, a piece of tube top the size of a rag appeared.

Irina’s face stiffened. “Just this little bit?”

“You can’t wear this anymore, anyway. You can use it,” Curtis said, sounding very generous.

Irina felt like crying. How long...