More of Rose getting humiliated.

"No more of yer talk, wench. Let's see what's under them pretty clothes."

"Doctor?" Rose took a step back, eyes fixed on the point of the pirate queen's cutlass. "C-can't you zap them or something?"

"I'd like to, Rose, but as you know I'm strictly committed to non-****."

"B-but they're going to take all my clothes off!"

"Oh, yes. That's a problem for all you humans, isn't it? I can never remember."

The cutlass flashed. The pirates burst into laughter as Rose' clothes exploded into scraps, leaving her nude. She squealed and covered herself. "It's a problem! It's a very big problem!"

"Now kneel, wench, and start swabbing the deck. It's a long way to Havana, and I want every inch of this ship gleaming before we get there."

Present Clara laughed as a red-faced Rose knelt on the ship's deck and started swabbing, her bottom flexing, her breasts swaying with the motion, while the pirates laughed and teased and prodded her bare skin. "Look at this one, Rose! You're a naked **** to pirates! How cute! And this time, I'm not anywhere to be..."

"Bring the other captive up from the hold!"

"Damn it!" Present Clara clenched her fists as future duplicate Clara was brought up from the hold of the pirate ship, shackled, very angry and wearing nothing but grime. She kicked and snarled at her captors, who laughed and pinched her bottom patronisingly as she was dragged across the deck and **** to kneel next to Rose. "How am I in all of these visions of the future? We don't meet that often, do we?"

"Time works in mysterious ways," the Ghost said gravely. "For instance, I can talk now. I couldn't before, but now I can."

"I hadn't noticed that."

"No. I suppose I shouldn't have pointed it out. Look, they're making you kiss each other's bottoms."

"Shut up! Show me a different future!"

"You have asked that fifteen times already."

"I'm asking it again."

The Ghost shrugged, and the vision changed. Rose Tyler stepped off a bus in early 21st-century London, wearing a long wrap-around skirt. The bus door closed on the skirt. The bus zoomed off, ripping away her skirt and exposing her lacy red thong. She shrieked and bolted off down the street, covering herself, mortified by the sudden exposure of her underwear.

"Not bad," Clara said, satisfied. "You're not even on an adventure with the Doctor this time. No chance of me showing up. We can relax and enjoy this nice, cosy, down-to-earth embarrassment."

"Um," said Rose.

"Oh, come on. You've only lost your pants. That barely shifts the needle on the Rose Tyler embarrassment scale."

Future duplicate Rose sprinted round a corner and bumped into future duplicate Clara, who was wearing just her black bra and panties and running as fast as she could the other way. The two women tripped and landed with a splat in an enormous mud puddle.

"Hey! It's you!"

"Where are your clothes?"

"Where are yours?"

"Bus door!"

"Ripped on a nail!"

Clara tried to stand up. Rose tripped forward and unintentionally grabbed her panties, pulling them down around her ankles. Clara squealed and tried to yank them back up as fast as she could. Since Rose was still holding them, she only succeeded in ripping them.

"What are you doing?"

"Me? What are _you _doing?"

"You're stripping me again! This is just like the time with the Vikings!"

"You stripped me that time!"

"Let go of my panties!"

"Let go of mine!"

"I'm not holding yours!"

"Yes you are!"

"How did that... aargh! I hate you!"

"I hate you!"

"You cannot be serious," said present Clara, watching as the two future women wrestled in the roadside mud, making an absolute spectacle of themselves on the London street as they pulled hair, tore clothing and groped at each other's buttocks. "There has to be some way to fix this. I can't have doomed my doppelganger to a future of constant humiliation. That's what Rose is for, not me."

"Now that you've seen the visions, it's locked in. There's nothing you can do to change it."

"What? Why didn't you tell me before I'd seen the visions?"

"I'm the Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come, not the Ghost of Helpful Advice."

"Show me something else," Clara said, her eyes narrowing. "I want to see if there's a way out of this."

"I think it's pretty funny," Rose said, meekly.

"Rose, get down on all fours and bark like a dog."

"Woof woof woof."

"Good girl."