She reached hesitantly for your pants.

And as she did, you found yourself frozen still. It's not until her hand grasps your member through its impromptu tent that you manage to react, instinctively pulling away from the intimate, unfamiliar sensation.

Kimdile's face wrinkled again in confusion, her blush still extending to her shoulders. "Am I... doing something wrong?"

You looked away, embarrassed. "I, that is, um..." You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. It only mostly worked.

"Look, Kimdile, why don't you put the maid uniform on, and we can do some laundry while we try to work through whatever misunderstanding there is here. Is that okay?"

Kimdile nodded, backing away and reaching for the maid uniform. You looked away while she got dressed, trying hard to calm down. You focus on your breath, and the air flowing in and out of your lungs.

Kimdile touches your hand, breaking you out of your focus. You look down to see that she's wearing the maid uniform, and that it fits her well. It seems the uniform came with stockings, and she's wearing those, too. "You look good, Kimdile. Let me get my laundry, and we can go."

She nodded as you picked up a hamper of clothes in the corner, tossing the discarded t-shirt and jeans inside. you then left your apartment together, making your way to a laundromat. You set down the hamper once you'd made your way inside, and showed Kimdile how to portion out the soap, how to use which coins and how many of them to use to operate the machines, and explained that, no, she would not need to use a washboard.

"Honestly, I don't even know how to use a washboard. I never have before."

Kimdile, for her part, took the instruction with great ability and no shortage of wonder. "Human magic is very useful!" She looked up at you, eyes sparking. "Will I learn how to use human magic someday?"

You laughed. "It's not magic. They're just inventions that we build to make our lives easier."

Kimdile's brow furrowed. "But they do such amazing things. Surely they use magic to do it."

You shook your head, sitting down in a waiting area, inviting her to sit down next to you. She clambered into the chair, then sat down, looking up at you. "I don't know how it worked in your old world, but here, humans don't use magic. In fact, until today, I was pretty sure that there was no such thing as magic."

"But what about the communication magic that you used to buy me?"

You shrugged. "I wouldn't know about how it is in your world, on their end, but here, it's a system called the Internet that uses invisible waves to let machines affect each other from a great distance. Not an ounce of magic goes into it, just electricity and hard work."

"Electricity. That's lightning, right?"

"Close. It's what lightning is made out of. Lightning is like a river of electricity that flows from clouds to the ground. We use only a little bit to make our machines work most of the time."

"That sounds like magic to me."

You rubbed the back of your neck. "I mean, I guess it would. But to the humans here, it's not. And calling it magic feels strange to us, because to us, magic is something that you don't understand, that can't be understood. We instead like to rely on science, which is studying things to learn how they work, and using that understanding to make things happen."

"But I can use the machines, even if I don't understand how they work?"

"I mean, I guess. Though you should always learn how to use them safely, at least."

"Then, to me, all of the things that the humans here do every day is magic. The big metal beasts that they ride inside of on black roads made of tar and rocks, the way they use their 'phones' to talk to each other from impossible distances, the buildings made so tall that they touch the sky, but don't fall over. I don't understand how any of it really works, only that it does."

You pondered that. "When you put it that way, I guess I can see your point." You shrug. "Call it human magic, I guess, if you want. Just don't be afraid to learn about it, too, if you want."

She nodded. The conveeration stilled for a moment before Kimdile blushed, speaking up. "Um, so... what did I do wrong earlier? Should I have asked if you wanted to first?"

You shook your head, heat rising to your face, too. "Right. Um, so, explain to me what you know about human clothes."

"W-well, there's a top part, and a bottom part, and if you're outside your house, you wear socks and shoes, too, because human roads can be covered in broken glass or rusty nails. Some clothes are for outside, and some clothes are for special occasions, and some clothes are..." She blushed harder. "F-for getting fucked in."

You took a deep breath, heat still in your face. "And what do you know about underwear?"

She shook her head. "I thought that was the name of wife clothes, because wives are supposed to be underneath during sex."

That explained... a lot, actually. "First off, that's not even necessarily true, and second, underwear is the name of clothes you wear under your regular clothes, for extra comfort and protection."

"Protection?"

"Most human cultures today have a big taboo against nudity, so people wear smaller, secret clothes under their normal clothes in case something happens. Seeing someone in their underwear is almost always considered an intimate and sexual experience. That goes double for seeing someone naked."

Kimdile's eyes widened, understanding dawning on her face. "Ohh, so that's why you got all hard when I was naked in our room. You weren't getting ready to have sex with me, you were just aroused by the sight of me. Wait." She blushed even harder. "You think I'm that sexy?"

You glanced away, embarrassed to be called out. "Y-yeah."

"Wait, so that means that husbands wear underwear, too?"

"Yeah, of course. There's different underwear for men and women, though what exactly that looks like is mostly based on culture or personal preference. Girls usually wear a top part that just goes over the breasts, called a bra, that helps protect against chafing on the nipples. Both boys and girls usually wear a bottom part that covers the genitals, protecting them from chafing and accidents, too. Beyond that, there's a lot of variety."

"So, the underwear in our room, that's mine, what's special about it?"

"That's called lingerie. It's underwear made for being seen in. And since being seen in your underwear is usually a very sexual thing..."

"Ohh, that makes sense! But why don't husbands wear... bras?"

You shrugged. "I think it's mostly a cultural thing. That, and the fact that boys don't usually have breasts means that our nipples don't stick out as much, and don't need as much protection."

Kimdile nodded. "Okay. So that means you're wearing underwear under your pants right now?"

You nodded. "Yeah."

"Can I see it?"

You blush harder. "Um, can it wait until we're not in public?"

"Oh, right." She smiled, chagrin spreading across her face. She opened her mouth to say something else, but a beeping sound let the two of you know that your laundry was done, interrupting her.

You walked over, and she followed, hopping down from the chair. You helped her get the laundry into the hamper you brought it in, and you walked it home together.

When you walked into the apartment, you put away the laundry, showing Kimdile how to fold it and put it in the drawers so they were organized. You considered her laundry, crammed into the corner of your bottom drawer.

"You're going to need more clothes."

"I guess so. Hey, can I see your underwear, now?"

You flinched, caught off guard. "Uh, I mean, sure."

You walked over to the bed, pulling down your pants to your knees and sitting down, before pulling them down the rest of the way, kicking them off. You decided to leave on your t-shirt. You were wearing plain grey cotton boxers. Kimdile stared, visibly admiring. You looked away, a little embarrassed to be on display, your member reacting to the situation. Kimdile giggled, and you glanced over to see her staring at your crotch.

"I guess that means you're horny, right?"

You lie down, getting under the covers. "C-can we just go to sleep?"

Kimdile yawned, the meal and the long night apparently catching up to her all at once. "Fine. Can I sleep naked?"

"I-i'm not going to stop you."

You heard her undress and then crawl into bed behind you, then felt her grab your t-shirt, using it to pull herself close to you, snuggling into your back. It was seconds before she was asleep. It wasn't long until you were, too, the weight of your long day finally catching up to you.