Dropped off nude in a reception

Clara glanced back at her Rose as the world reformed around them, the transition like the turn of a page. Rose was still blushing from the memory displayed before her, arms still behind her back. She really did look good like this.

And then the scene resolved properly. It was remarkably human-looking for an alien world, though the Doctor did always say that patterns repeated. A white-wood desk at one side of a room, and then several rows of chairs leading back to presumably some kind of spaceport.

Almost every chair was filled by someone. Some passed for human, some were merely humanoid, some seemed to be giant mechanized suits with indeterminate pilots. One was the mildly disturbing sight of a Judoon in speedos.

And in front of all of them, the past Rose appeared. It took almost a whole second for her to realise that not only had her clothes gone, but she was very much not at her home.

That Rose shrieked, blushing bright red and hurriedly crossing one arm over her tits, doing a rather inadequate of covering any more than a narrow strip along the middle. Her other hand hastily moved over her pussy, and she started stumbling, turning slowly in a circle in the hope that she'd spot some improvement to her surroundings.

Nope. No way out, no TARDIS, just people. Lots and lots of people. Some with more than just two eyes; Rose squeaked.

Behind her, a grey-skinned receptionist _ahem_ed. Rose whirled around, still flushed.

"R-right," Rose said. "Holiday. He said. Can-"

"Take a number, and wait your turn," the receptionist said.

"Kinda need to-"

"Take a number, and wait your turn," the receptionist repeated. The alien gestured; Rose squeaked, and hurried over, snatching a ticket from the dispenser and hurriedly slapping it to her chest to cover back up as soon as possible.

The Doctor had said this was a holiday world. There was probably just this usual hassle to go through with, then she could worry about clothes. Damn it, not a good time for a mistake.

She stumbled over to a free seat, cramped between a Sycorax in sunglasses and an Ice Warrior sipping a cocktail. Flushing, she hunched forwards, offering a nervous smile to the bulky figures either side of her.

Shifting awkwardly, and keeping her legs pressed together, Rose moved the arm from her crotch to cover her chest, and glanced at her ticket number. 393, ok, hopefully that wouldn't be too long. Crossing her arms she looked up. The receptionist could help, right?

What number were they at? There had to be some sign, some indicator...

43. Rose whimpered.

It ticked up to 44 after a bit. Nervously, Rose fidgeted, shuffling in her seat and ensuring her tits were covered by her arms. Maybe she'd need to wait a bit before she could get inside.

Watching, Clara tilted her head. Ok, the past Rose all embarrassed and covering up was definitely a cute sight, though it was accentuated rather by having the present Rose not even covering, smiling back at her despite blushing even more than the past Rose.

"This happen to you a lot too?" Clara said.

Rose squeaked. "S-sometimes."

"Good to know it wasn't just me," Clara said. "This look suits you, you know."

Rose blushed. Despite herself she still smiled, her genre making her feel bizarrely pleased at the compliment from Clara. Well, partly her genre.

After a minute more (the sign ticked up to 45. A Voord wandered up to the reception desk) Clara started fidgeting, if not as much as either Rose.

"Hey! Ghost!" Clara called. "Can you fast forward? I'm not interested in the queueing."

There was a sudden flurry of activity. The past Rose stayed in her head, squirming suddenly at an accelerated rate as the counter ticked up, to the hundreds, then two hundreds, and eventually three hundreds. The aliens either side of Rose changed.

Activity resumed to a normal speed just as the grey skinned receptionist called out:

"Ticket 393!"

Yelping, the past Rose stumbled to her feet, the blush in her cheeks refreshing the moment her ass was off the chair and suddenly rather more visible. Clutching her arms over her front she hurried to the desk.

"Um, hi, yeah-" Rose began.

"Name?" the receptionist said.

"Rose Tyler," she said. "I- the Doctor bought me the ticket."

"Hmm..." the receptionist tapped what must have been some equivalent to a computer.

"Listen, I need-"

"One moment please, while I find your profile," the receptionist said.

Rose whimpered. Her bare feet tapped nervously against the floor as she fidgeted, more embarrassed each second she stood there in front of everyone. The most she could do was cross an arm over her chest to stop the receptionist seeing, there wasn't much she could do about her ass except hope this would be over with soon.

"Ah, yes, Rose Tyler," the receptionist said. "A gift ticket, all-inclusive, your genetic profile matches. You can use any of our services while you stay here for your month-long visit, the eighty nine thousand human-suitable pools, the four hundred and twelve spas, over four million restaurants that serve human-suitable food, twenty six-"

"O-ok, great," Rose said, interrupting, "But where can I get clothes? I- the transmat thingy that brought me here left mine behind."

"There are many gift shops available for your pleasure," the receptionist said. "For a recommendation as to one that fits your desires, what is your spending range in universal galactic credits?"

"I- uh-" Rose said. She hesitated. "Isn't there anything on my account, that all-inclusive thing, or-"

"An all-inclusive stay does not entitle you to free items from the gift shops," the receptionist said. "It lets you use our services. If you want to go swimming we can render your clothes waterproof and instant-drying with a temporary treatment. We also have fourteen insta-dry booths by each pool so you don't need to worry about arriving in time for a towel. In fact we are proud to lack any unnecessary material waste and don't use towels at all on-"

"I don't need the sales pitch, I'm already here!" Rose yelped, flushing deeper. "Wait, no towels- no, um, so you're saying there aren't any clothes here?!"

"If you have the credits to buy, anything you could ever want is-"

"I get it!" Rose squeaked. Of all the times for the Doctor's usual lack of money to kick in...

"Your room is alpha-65-gamma in the biped block, it will open to your genetic code," the receptionist said. "If you have any other questions please contact a member of staff or use the AI-access booths marked clearly, and have a wonderful stay!"

Blushing still, Rose stumbled away. A month, had she said a month?! Rose squeaked, turning the corner past the desk and hoping she'd at least be out of view of the reception. They watched her behind as she darted away.

None watched with more interest than Clara.

"A month huh?" Clara said.

The present Rose squirmed.

"You were naked the whole time?" Clara said.

"D-does it matter?" Rose said, still flushing.

"Are you kidding?" Clara said. "I've got to convince the Doctor to take me to this place. Maybe I'll run into you. Anyway, Ghost! Fast forward to the fun stuff again? Thanks!"