Draw her like one of your French girls

"Well, I think I've figured out which story we're in," Clara said.

Rose crouched behind her, nervously looking around Clara's arm. Was... was that Leonardo DiCaprio? Wait, no, ship out in the sea, Clara had mentioned something about her being called Rose, and- Seriously?!

Ok, it was a real event, but there had been fictional versions of it too, and if this was the Land of Fiction then it figured those would be here too. Rose flushed, then couldn't help but yelp as Clara led them closer; they made it into Jack/Leonardo's room just before the door closed.

The future Clara was grinning excitedly as she talked to Jack; she'd picked up a rather impressive looking necklace from somewhere, which she tossed to Rose; the future Rose was bright red, but still obediently put the necklace on, sitting self-consciously on the sofa. She had her hands by her sides despite clearly being flustered.

"Heard you were good at drawing girls," Clara said. "Hoped you could do a friend of mine for me."

Jack faltered. He seemed to want to reply but, rather understandably, the nude Rose on his sofa was somewhat distracting; he kept glancing back to the blushing blonde, before finally making himself face Clara. It still took him a second to remember how to talk.

"S-sure," he said. "Now, or-"

"Now's fine," Clara said. "Take as long as you need. Well, not too long, there is a bit of a time crunch."

While he went to get his drawing supplies, Clara wandered back to Rose, helping her pose; in moments Rose was laying on her side, biting her lip, one arm over the back of the couch and the other near her face, both very far from offering her any modesty whatsoever.

She squirmed, bare legs brushing together. Even after all this time, she couldn't help but feel self-conscious about a stranger getting a full-frontal glimpse like this.

When he returned, her cheeks warmed all the more. He didn't blink, looking first at the blank sheet of paper before him, then back to her, gaze darting between the two rapidly. She could only lay there, feel the couch against her bare skin, the weight of her tits as she rested on her side; it almost felt like she could feel his appraising gaze. She could definitely feel Clara's.

Clara wasn't being nearly as subtle; while Jack was drawing, she stood behind him and winked at Rose. Every few seconds she glanced down appreciatively at the drawing.

"Definitely frame this one," Clara said. "Bet I know just where to put it."

Rose whimpered.

Minutes passed as the drawing came together; Clara tilted her head. Rose stayed just as red.

"Little more detail with her pussy," Clara said. "It's right there, no need to be coy."

Rose squeaked.

The present Clara stood just beside her future self, appreciating the artwork with her own nude Rose; that Rose blushed furiously. First she'd ended up stark naked, then marched around and exposed an unbelievable amount, then found out she was due to spend at least a century with this humiliation, and now it was being immortalised.

At least things couldn't get any more embarrassing. Right?

"Think it's a good likeness?" Clara said.

Rose whimpered; Clara chuckled.

"There's something nice about drawings," Clara said. "I mean, I bet I must have collected a few photos of you in some stories, but this? Ooh, knowing you had to lie there for a while, had to let him stare... Can you think of any stories with a nude model in? I should definitely try and track one down. Can get several pictures that way, rather than just one guy."

"I-if you really want," Rose said, mortified.

So, basically she was stuck here until Clara ran out of ideas to humiliate her, and if these glimpses of the future were anything to go by she had a lot of those.

And still she wanted to obey. Rose squirmed, as much embarrassed by how easy all this was for Clara as she was to see the exposure that awaited her. Not only could she see her future self, the blonde draped over the couch, but she could see the detailed pencil sketch Jack made of her.

Rose swallowed.

"We've definitely got to get one of those," Clara said.

Any response from her was interrupted as the vision of the future progressed, Jack finishing the sketch and sitting back. She sat back, angling the paper to show it off to the future Clara.

"Wonderful, thanks!" Clara said. "Rose, what do you think?"

"R-Rose?" Jack began. Clara chuckled; Rose just squealed to see her nude form on paper.

Clara took it from him smoothly. She held it carefully, not wanting to crease or otherwise distort the picture. Would definitely be a nice one to hang up.

"Does- does she want a robe?" Jack said.

"I- I'm not allowed to get dressed," Rose said, blushing. He blinked; she bit her lip, glancing over to Clara. "Can- can I get up now?"

"Sure," Clara said, and paused. "Unless you want to hang around for Kate Winslet."

"I-I'm good," Rose said.

"Spoilsport," Clara said. She chuckled. "Anyway, we'd better go find our way to another story before, well, you know."

She shrugged and walked out the room, a flustered nude Rose following her. The present versions of the two watched them go.

The ship shook slightly; Jack didn't seem to notice.

Rose stayed crouched, hiding both behind her arms and behind Clara. There was no surer way to make her feel more exposed than to parade the nudity she was due in her future in front of her.

Mist started seeping in through the ship's walls; Clara sighed.

"No Kate Winslet?" she said, echoing her future self. "Fine. Looking forward to whatever's next up!"

As the fog swelled, they glimpsed the shadowy Ghost once more as it guided them further on into their future.