"May I have some too?"

Cynthia takes two cups from the cupboard, fills them with water from the sink, and places them in the microwave. Then she grabs a small portion of green tea leaves, and steeps them inside each of the cups for a few seconds. "This one's a bit sweet, but it also has a really nice, zesty taste, as well. It might be slightly hot right now."

Like owner, like tea.

"Thank you."

Cynthia sits down at a table with 4 chairs, keeping her legs spread out a bit, as she stretches out her arms again. After 20 or so minutes of waiting, a chime can be heard and Cynthia opens the elevator, revealing a cute cargo robot carrying 3 metal boxes on top of each other. They contain the food, a huge portion of rice, vegetables and chicken, together with plates and even metal cutlery for the 3 of them. "This will be fantastic, trust me." She takes her first bite and thoroughly enjoys the food.

"I really understand why you like those skin-clothes. They really make me think you're naked."

"Oh, you have golems too."

After taking some bites: "Sofia, I'm really sorry. But this is actually better than your cooking."

"It is! It's so tender, and flavorful! What is this black sauce? Doesn't taste like anything I've had before!"

"It's called soy sauce. Made from soybeans, which very well might be something you've never had before." After finishing her food, Cynthia walks over to the window, where she starts putting on her outfit for the day: a flattering pair of leggings, worn beneath a dress with a short skirt that fits loosely around her hips and waist. The dress is notably quite sheer on several panels of fabric in the back, revealing a bit of skin.

"It's delicious!"

"What kind of fabric is this?" she asks, while lightly touching the most transparent parts of the dress.

To understand how the fabric would feel on her skin, of course.

"It's a fabric named nylon. The main idea is that it's strong, so you can make it unbelievably thin without it fraying or breaking." The fabric is quite soft and makes a mesh that feels cool to the touch.

"I'm looking forward to getting my own nylon clothes."

"Down we go!" Cynthia pushes the button and calls the elevator to her floor, before starting to ride it downwards. After reaching the ground floor, she walks in front of the others, leading them to the car that she had called in advance. It's truly huge, and the 3 of them can easily fit in the capacious interior space, with 3 rows of seats.

"Uh, so that's what they look like inside."

"This looks like a carriage, but where are the horses?"

"We've replaced them with electric motors. They're hidden under the car. Basically, we want to dedicate every inch of our cities to people, and having horses mean we'd have less space for people." She makes her way to the driver's seat, sitting with the same posture she had when she had breakfast.

"Should we sit next to you or back?"

"Sit back, I like having all the space."

"As you wish, mistress."

Cynthia just shrugs, before driving the trio to her favorite tailor. It's less than 10 minutes before they arrive, with Cynthia handing off her car to someone waiting near the store. As she enters, a showroom with all sorts of underwear and dresses, some sheer and others less so, sprawl out in front of them. "Uhh, Sofia, this tailor isn't an expert on work clothes for housekeepers, so he might not have everything you need. But those kinds of clothes don't tend to be too special, so I'm sure he'll be able to make something for you."

"That was incredibly smooth, I don't think even our best carriages can be that good."

"Oh, okay." She looks at the clothes and starts blushing.

"So, I get this one" - pointing - "and I think I get this one, even though it seems unsanitary. But is the deal with that one? It just seems incredibly uncomfortable!"

"Unsanitary? I'm not 100% sure why. And for the one that seems uncomfortable: that's the trick! If you tailor it just right, it's almost like wearing nothing! And there's something... powerful, it's hard to explain, about wearing clothes like that while feeling perfectly comfortable in them. It's one aspect of thomassian tastes that you'll really want to keep in mind."

"But it goes... nevermind. I guess if perfectly tailored it could make sense. Although I think I'll skip those for now."

"What about the skinlike clothes? Do they have those too?"