Exposed in church

"I'm on an alien spaceship, and I'm not wearing anything. Naked. Just...completely totally, entirely...naked."

"I know. Relaxing, isn't it?"

Clara cringed; she hadn't realised that she'd been speaking out loud.

"Who are all these people?" she squeaked. She had been hoping for at least a few minutes of nude adventuring before running into anybody, but they had instead walked straight into a cavernous room lined by military personnel. Not for the first time, Clara wished that she hadn't asked the Doctor to take her to that intergalactic salon to have all of her body hair surgically removed. A light fuzz of body hair would have provided her with at least a modicum of warmth and made her feel slightly less exposed.

"The Church of the Papal Mainframe, security hub of the known universe. Keeping you safe in this world and the next. I venerate the exaltation of the Mother Superious."

"Welcome to the Church of the Papal Mainframe. Your nudity is appreciated." Clara blushed and looked down at her bare feet. She could do without the reminders that she wasn't wearing any clothes.

"Hey, babes," the Mother Superious addressed the Doctor. "Is that a new body?"

"This old thing?" the Doctor winked. "Please, I've been rocking it for centuries."

Clara rolled her eyes; OF COURSE, the Doctor was flirting.

"So, er, hello. Also here."

"Clara, this is Tash Lem, the Head of the Church of the Papal Mainframe. Tash, this is my...err...associate, Clara Oswald. Miss Clara Oswald."

Clara performed an awkward curtsy, parting her legs while simultaneously attempting to keep her thighs slammed together.

"My, my, you always pick the cute ones, don't you?" Tash Lem remarked, raising an eyebrow as she studied Clara. "Declined a hologram, but then teases us by hiding her best bits."

"She always does that when she's naked," the Doctor waved, dismissively.

Clara couldn't believe what she was hearing. Did they think she LIKED being naked? Did it not occur to them WHY she was covering herself?

Squirming, the brunette reluctantly lowered her arms and slowly turned on the spot.

"Perfect tits, and an ass to die for," Tash remarked. "No wonder she wants to walk around naked all the time."

"Err...I actually don't!" Clara squeaked, feeling like she had to say something before everyone thought she was a nudist, but they weren't listening.

Slamming her arms back across her torso, Clara shuffled after the Doctor and Tash, who continued to flirt. She squeezed her breasts tightly and shivered, hoping that it wouldn't be long before she could be back inside the TARDIS, and more importantly, back inside her clothes.