After the dance

Gwen wrapped her discarded towel tightly around her body. Out of all her humiliating experiences today this had been the worst, those women had not only seen everything, they had seen everything move everywhere, worst of all that still didn’t seem like enough to have healed the Prince, greedy bastard Gwen thought. But that didn’t matter to Gwen anymore, because now she could get some clothes like she was promised. “So how about those clothes you promised?” “Hmm? Oh yes! Right! Just wait a moment.” Said one of the women, the four of them had seemingly forgotten about her as they had started getting ready to go clubbing.

Gwen leaned on a wall awkwardly, crossing her legs to conceal her intimates, she thought it best to give her hands a little break. The woman who had gone searching through their bags finally came up to her and only handed her a single red thong. “Is this it?” Asked Gwen in annoyance. “Sorry, we only packed the clothes we’re wearing now as we’re only staying the night. This is the only spare piece we can give.” What had she done to piss off fate tonight Gwen wondered as she reluctantly took the thong and but it on. While her vagina was finally covered her arse was still practically exposed. Still, a towel and a thong were better than nothing she consoled herself.

Gwen exited the room and went over to the lifts, the disc attracted a lot of people out of their rooms and Gwen felt embarrassed in her skimpy outfit, her hands now awkwardly clutching her butt cheeks trying to contain them from everyone’s sight, hopefully this would count as the embarrassment those aliens wanted and continue healing the Prince. Gwen arrived back in the lobby and was about to exit when she suddenly felt a cold draught on her upper body, she looked down and saw that her towel had come off. Suddenly moving her hands up to clutching each of her breasts she turned around and saw her towel in the hands of a security guard. “Sorry miss, but visitors aren’t allowed to leave the premises with hotel property.”

Gwen stood there aghast, she tried reaching out to the towel but the guard moved it away from her grasp and so she hurriedly brought her hand back to her chest. She then saw that all eyes on the lobby were on her, and more people were moving into the lobby, either summoned by the disc or just hearing her indignant squeals. In a fit of panic Gwen rushed out of the hotel and onto the streets, sprinting while holding each breast in hand, before ducking behind a parked car and getting her breath back.

After readjusting her arms into a more comfortable crossed position, Gwen tried to think what to do next. She considered trying to sneak home, although it would require explaining to Rhys why she was practically naked it would ultimately be her safest bet. She just needed to peak over this car and see whereabouts in Cardiff she w- wait! Gwen didn’t recognise this street at all, and she’d been all over Cardiff thanks to her work in Torchwood and the police. “Christ! How long was I in that cello case?” wondered Gwen. Well, running home in only a thong wasn’t an option now. She could try hiding in a transport truck but given the disc on her head she would get caught immediately. That settles it then, Gwen would have call the Torchwood team and ask for a lift, although she didn’t want to face them like this it was better than being stranded in some other city.