It's fun. Well, for everyone except Rose

There was something Clara liked about the utterly scandalised exclamations Rose caused among the Victorians around her. It was almost as fun as Rose's increasingly mortified expression, flushed bright red as she nervously tried to find cover.

Not that Clara let her; every few seconds she grabbed Rose's hand, tugging her back towards the middle of the room. Rose whimpered, hands still shaking from the effort to not cover up.

"I- I know I can't get dressed," Rose said, voice low. That much was set in stone since before she'd even met Clara. "But can I please at least use my arms? Th-they're staring!"

"I know," Clara said. She smirked. "Where would the fun be if I let you cover up though?"

"I-" Rose began, and squeaked. After a moment she continued in a hasty rush. "You said you might want variation, last night. Not just staring at me like this, if I could cover..."

"Could be cute," Clara said. She tilted her head; Rose squirmed, well aware she was the focus of dozens of eyes. "Then again so's this. I'll think about it."

Rose whimpered.

Taking her hand, as though she needed an extra incentive beyond the genre this Land had put her under to obey Clara's much earlier command and stay uncovered, Clara led her slowly towards a table of snacks. Rose flushed at each glance her tits gained.

Idly Clara picked up a nibble, and offered another to Rose, the blonde obediently taking it. She still fidgeted.

"Hey, could you bend over this table for a bit?" Clara said.

"Wh-why?" Rose said.

Clara shrugged. "Thought I'd show off your arse for a bit. Do you mind?"

"I-if you want," Rose squeaked.

Her blush didn't fade in the slightest as she obeyed, pressing her tits to an empty spot on the table. The vague opportunity to cover her chest didn't afford her much comfort though, with her behind now presented all the more to the party. From the angle she was at, even her pussy could be glimpsed.

She'd been bright red every second since Clara had brought her to the doorstep, and the heat in her cheeks didn't seem to be going anywhere.

Clara, meanwhile, wandered around the table and crouched on the far side, able to look at Rose's mortified face. She smirked as Rose's eyes widened at the first few remarks.

"And imagine, this is just day one," Clara said. She paused. "Well, day two, still. Looking forward to the future as much as I am?"

"P-please," Rose whimpered.

Clara hesitated. She tilted her head. For a moment she sounded uncertain.

"That whole submissive genre thing," Clara said. "You like doing what I say, right? Honestly."

"Y-yes," Rose said.

"So what's more important to you, your modesty or doing what you're told?"

"Doing wh-whatever you tell me," Rose said. She whimpered as she said it.

Clara's next grin was more genuine.

Rose, meanwhile, was still fidgeting, bare feet brushing against each other as she stayed bent over, her hands behind her back, wrists crossed and not nearly low enough to block the view everyone was getting of her. Even if she couldn't see all of them, she was meeting Clara's eyes, she was well aware both of how many people must be staring and how much one of them, at least, was enjoying herself.

The Ghost of Christmas Present applauded, the Clara and nude Rose alongside him standing on the side of the table that afforded them a view of the other-Rose's ass.

"Bravo!" he declared. "I knew this would be a better use of my night. Thanks."

"Oh, thank you," Clara said. She turned sideways to her Rose, briefly distracted by her tits. "Have I mentioned how much I love being the boss?"

Rose squeaked.

"Hey, spirit," Clara said. "Can we interact with anything, or is it all just..."

"It's written," the Ghost said. he shrugged, and tossed another bunch of grapes over to Clara. "You can only change what happens this Christmas when you live it."

"Pity, would've been fun to see how they'd react to two Roses," Clara said. "Well, we can make do. Rose, want to go join the other you?"

"I-if you want," Rose said.

It wasn't as though she could get any redder, after seeing the humiliation Clara had planned for her, but the heat in her cheeks certainly gave it a try as she approached, stumbling a little, and bent over the table beside herself, two identical asses side by side.

She yelped at an encouraging pat from Clara.

Her Clara tilted her head, evidently enjoying the sight. The vision-Clara meanwhile was looking into Rose's eyes, as if noticing both of them, smirking at the blush and awkward fidgeting.

"So if you do anything you're told," the Clara of Christmas Present said, "Fancy doing something else for me?"

"Is- is it going to be more like this?" her Rose said, squirming.

"Naturally," Clara said.

Rose whimpered.

"Wh-what do you want me to do?" Rose said.