What's next?

Amy's plan goes tits-up

Clara followed behind the Scottish girl as Amy approached the robot, which was plugged into a piece of machinery and seemed distracted. As the two of them snuck closer Clara decided to hang back, realising there was little she could do, and virtually nothing she could do without having to move one of her hands away from covering her nudity.

They were a couple of feet away when Amy leapt, grabbing at the arm the robot had plugged in with and yanked it away from the machinery with a stream of sparks.

"Come on!" Amy shouted at the robot as she pulled its arm, but then it overpowered her and pulled its arm back, the redhead still hanging on. Another one of the robot's arms got hold of Amy, pulling at her tartan shirt. Buttons went flying as Amy's breasts fell out, barely contained in a white lace bra. The robot swung her back and forth for a moment and then threw her aside to land in a heap in front of Clara.

"That could have gone better." Amy admitted as she got to her feet.

"Your boobs are, er..." Clara gestured to Amy's chest with one finger, the Scottish girl looked down to see her bra had slipped away and left her pink nipples uncovered. She grabbed at the undergarment and tugged it back into its proper position.

"Now..."

Amy was interrupted by an explosion that knocked both girls to the floor. Clara scrambled back into a sitting position and looked at what had once been the robot, but was now a chunk of smoking metal.

"Whatever you did to it, it worked." Clara observed.

"I don't think it was me." Amy replied.

"No, that would be me." a Cockney accent said from the other side of the wreckage. A blonde girl in jeans, t-shirt and denim jacket stood there, holding a large and futuristic-looking gun.

"Rose?" Amy exclaimed.

"Who?" Clara asked.

"Rose Tyler, she used to travel with the Doctor, before my time."

"Hello there." Rose smiled.

"What is this, a convention?" Clara groaned, quickly moving her hands to cover herself again.