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An Unexpected Guest

The door creaked open a touch further, letting in a beam of light. Clara folded her arms and stared at it, doing her best to call the TARDIS's bluff. She wasn't going to walk through a mysterious door to nowhere. Not in her sexy little red knickers that she'd bought for Danny's eyes only. It just wasn't going to happen. How stupid did the machine think she was?

It swung open a bit more.

And someone walked through.

Clara squawked and scrambled to cover herself, glaring daggers at her unexpected guest. He was a tall, scruffily dressed man, his hat tipped at a rakish angle, the faint tint of peacock-green to his skin indicating that he was almost human, but not quite. "Morning" he said, easily, looking Clara up and down with practiced appreciation. "I say, you're a smashing bird. The old girl's outdone herself this time."

"Who the hell are you? Get out!"

"Ooh, outrage, I love it. Hold that pose, will you? The lads back at head office will eat it up."

A light shone down on Clara, illuminating her from above. She took two steps back, away from the stranger, and found she couldn't go any further. She was caught in the centre of the room, **** to hold her position as the scruffily dressed man smiled and raised the device around his neck.

"That's the stuff. Delectable. Lovely pair of tits you've got on you and a nice bum, too, if I may be so bold. No, don't pout. You can't get away from me, you know."

It wasn't until the device began to flash that Clara realised it was an extraterrestrial camera, and by then it was too late to turn away. She did her best to wriggle out of frame, the photographer circling her as he snapped away from every angle.

"And what scrumptious knickers! Red and pink, my my, such a daring little creature. You must have known I was coming today, didn't you, darling?"

"They're not for you!"

"They are now, love."