Emilia Clarke and the octopus

"Well, Emilia, I must say, your body is looking as perfect as ever," the host remarked as the trailer ended. "It'll be like saying hello to an old friend when we see your breasts in the first episode."

"Err...thanks, I guess?" Emila replied, blushing and placing her right hand on her bare left shoulder to cover her breasts.

"No need to be shy! They aren't anything we haven't seen before!" the host winked.

"I know, but..." the brunette's sentence tailed off as she cringed and curled her toes inside her heels.

Emilia rubbed her bare arms and shifted awkwardly, but was relieved when attention was diverted from her when the next guest was introduced. She had planned on zoning out of the next interview to calm herself down and get into a better headspace, but she was distracted by what was brought out onto the stage; an octopus!

"Oh, he is beautiful!" the host gushed, standing up and approaching the tank. An orange-brown colour, the cephalopod flexed its eight tentacles pressing the suckers against the glass and occasionally holding them out of the water.

"He's a common octopus," the handler informed them. "He's only 6 months old, but he's already fully grown."

"And fully domesticated?"

"Yes, of course," the handler nodded. "We rescued his mother, and Oscar was born a few years later at our sanctuary."

After a few minutes of banter and tickling the animal's tentacles, the host moved the conversation on.

"So do you ever swim with him?"

"Yes. We think it's important for them to maintain a strong relationship, and regular physical contact is the best way to do that."

"Emilia, what do you think?" the host asked, turning back to the sofa. "Fancy getting into a tank with an octopus?"

"Err..." Emilia laughed.

"It'll be perfectly safe!"

"I know, it's just...no one has ever asked me that before! Besides, I've got nothing to wear!"

"Don't worry, we've got something sorted for you," he said, deciding for her. "Let's take a break, and when we come back, Emilia will be getting up close and personal with an octopus!"

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The moment the adverts rolled, Emilia was whisked off stage.

"Ok, guys, 3 minutes until we're back!" someone shouted. "Let's get Emilia stripped and changed!"

The pair of runners who had frogmarched her into the wings began to do just that; one of them was slipping off her heels, while the other unzipped and pulled down her dress.

"Hey!" The Brit protested; if someone moved the curtains, the audience would see her in just her underwear! But rather than stopping, they unhooked her strapless bra and slid her panties down her legs.

Only once she was fully naked did they release her.

"Can we have makeup over here, please!" one of them shouted, ignoring the nude woman now cowering and shivering behind her arms.

Emilia cringed as someone touched up her hair and makeup; the touch of their clothes against her own only served to remind her that she wasn't wearing anything!

"Back in 30!"

"Wait! What am I supposed to wear?!" her dress and underwear had disappeared, and no one looked to be bringing her the swimsuit that had been promised.

"We had chosen a bikini for you, Emilia, but we're not sure where it's gone," a producer told her. "If worst comes to the worst, you'll just have to go on as you are."

"B-but I'm naked!" Emilia protested as she was jostled towards the curtain.

"It'll be just like skinny dipping, you'll be fine," the producer said.

Emilia opened her mouth to disagree, but she could hear the theme tune kick in and the audience start applauding.

The nude girl took some deep breaths to steel herself, her large chest rising and falling under her arm. Being on film sets naked was one thing; being nude on live TV was a completely different prospect. She glanced desperately around, praying for someone to come to her rescue.