A naked girl at naked church

Clara relaxed somewhat as they left the busy hall, and approached Tasha's chapel.

At least they were alone now...wait, were they? What was that? She shrugged her bare shoulders; it must have been her imagination...

"What is it, Clara?" the Doctor asked upon hearing his companion scream.

The naked girl turned around to face him, confused.

"Nothing," she replied. "I mean, other than the whole 'I'm stark naked on an alien spaceship' thing..."

They had arrived at the chapel.

"Clara, maybe it would be better if you waited out here-"

"I'm not letting that cute piece of ass out of my sight!" Tasha laughed, slapping Clara painfully on her bare behind, causing the bare-footed girl to stumble into the chapel.

Her eyes lit up when she saw a blanket drapped over the altar in the centre of the room. Hurrying over, the brunette quickly wrapped it around her bare body; but it was just as quickly whipped away again.

"Now, now, Clara, if you're going to come to church nude, you have to stay nude," Tasha admonished, patronisingly. She tilted Clara's face upwards, and studied her features.

"You're even cuter from this angle," she murmured, stroking Clara cheeks, and tweaking her nose and ears.

"I can put you down just outside the town," Tasha informed the Doctor, not taking her eyes off Clara's large, brown ones. You have one hour to find the source of the message and report back to me. Clara can stay here with me, and we can have a little fun."

Clara had been pressing one arm into her chest, but the Mother Superious had started to ease her limb away, and at the ominous suggestion of "fun," the brunette had had enough.

"No, thanks!" she squeaked, wriggling out of Tasha Lem's grasp. Whatever activity Tasha had planned, Clara was sure that she wouldn't find it fun.

"Clara, please try not to distract our host," the Doctor rolled his eyes. "We've got a job to do, and if you're going to throw your naked body over everyone we meet, I'll make you get dressed."

"Oh, you should absolutely do that!" Clara agreed.

"Don't worry," the Doctor grinned as the teleport began to power up. "I'm not that mean, I know you like being naked."

Clara silently open and closed her mouth like a fish out of water, too incredulous to form words.

Tasha had done nothing but violate her since they'd arrived, and yet Clara was getting told off? And what an Earth had Clara done to make the Doctor think that she enjoyed being naked...like she was some weird nudist! Hadn't she explicitly asked for a hologram to shield her nakedness? Or was he just doing this to mess with her? He had a track record of misunderstanding human social cues, but surely even he didn't think Clara was willingly going starkers!

Those questions were driven out of her brain when her bare feet materialised in a patch of snow.

"F-f-fuck!"

No big winter coat, thick fur boots, and wooly hat.

No, Clara was facing the heavy snowfall and sub-zero temperatures in her birthday suit.