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The game began in earnest, speakers dotted around the studio blared a screechy, incomprehensible theme song, and then Parven Hallik did a little twirl and faced the audience. "Round One, Ladies, Gentlemen and Variations Thereupon! That's Round One! Now today's contestant is a buxom beauty all the way from..." he raised his eyebrows, prompting Rose to speak up. She stammered, loss for words under the sudden scrutiny. "Uh, I...er...Earth?"

Parven cocked his head to the side and gave her a derisive smirk. "Earth, she says! That narrows it down, now doesn't it?" The audience laughed their agreement, and it all made Rose feel even more self-conscious. She gulped nervously and shifted on the spot, sending an adorable wobble through her lovely derriere. "Can you give us anything more specific?" Parven asked, eyes glued to her breasts, which were still pushing tantalisingly against the taut fabric of Rose's top. "L-London," she said, eyes wide and uncertain. "Powell Estate," she added, quietly.

"Estate, hm? Fancy. And what's your name?"

"Rose," she scooted yet closer to the podium to better hide herself, and felt the tepid plastic surface press against her nude pussy. "Rose...Rose Tyler."

"Uh-huh, well it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance Rose Tyler," like clockwork, another glance at her tits, another lick of his lips. "And what are you hoping to get out of this here today?"

She found herself at a loss when it came to answering that one, not least because she still had no notion of how she'd gotten back here, to Satellite 5, in the first place. As for this show in particular, what was there to say? She'd been stripped bare, then made to come here by two mad robots...not exactly a winning story, was it? "I'm...uh, undecided." She rolled her lips inwards and pressed them together, suddenly feeling awkward about eye contact with this Hallik bloke. "I...I'm sorry, before we start...can I just request some..." her cheeks flushed, eyes falling to the floor. Parven came in close again, theatrically angling his ear to face her mouth. Rose bent forward slightly, careful to place her hands flat over the naughty little space under and between her arse cheeks and avoid flashing the audience. "I mean, I...I need...pants."

Parven smiled. "Oh, I'm afraid I can't help you, Miss Tyler. We're running a show, after all, not a lost-and-found. You understand, I'm sure." He went to step away, and in her desperation Rose grabbed onto his sleeve, holding it tight. Parven sighed, staring pointedly at her hand. "This isn't an inexpensive suit, you know?"

"Screw your..." she caught herself, remembering all the two bots had subjected her to. It was easy to forget she was still in distinctly unknown territory here, better to take it slow and, despite her instincts...keep cool. "I'm sorry about your suit, but I really need pants, knickers...whatever you call them in this..." don't say time "place. I mean look at me, I look like...I'm not dressed for a quiz!"

Parven's eyes roamed down the length of her body for the umpteenth time, his smile growing wider. "I dunno, I kinda think it suits you." He winked, pulled his cuff free, then strode back into his previous position at centre-stage. "Alright, everyone! You've met our lovely contestant, now it's time for the games to begin!" The audience buzzed excitedly at that, Parven turned to the next cue card. "So, our 10-51 AM77 Computational Supermind is up and ready," he turned and nodded to the team of technicians, who were now packing up their equipment. One of them, a man with dark circles under his eyes and five o'clock shadow gestured to him, then left alongside the rest of the group. "As I was saying," Parven continued. "The 10-51..." he paused and shook his head. "It's ready! Now for Round One we'll be asking a series of simple questions on the subject of..." the whiteboard at the back of the set flared to life, a jumble of ever-shifting letters scrambling across its illuminated surface for several seconds, before settling on the word 'GEOGRAPHY'. "Geography, then! Geography is our first subject! Is everybody sitting comfortably?"

"YES!" The audience roared.

"Good, because those are the only chairs we have!" Parven shifted past a few more cue cards, then held the latest one up to the light and started reading. "First Question!"
Rose felt totally adrift—she was half-naked, and now being made to partake in some demented, futuristic quiz show? Still no sign of Jack or The Doctor, and still the two robots standing at the far corner of the room, right by the door as if they were just waiting for her to try something stupid. What else was there to do...but play on?

Her attention drifted back to Parven, who was finishing some kind of preamble that ended in the words, "—consequences of failure!" Which Rose hoped very much wasn't too important. She stood behind her podium, trying to project as much composure as she reasonably could, given the circumstances, and waited patiently for the first question. "Question..." Parven drew the sentence out for added suspense. "...One. Approximately how much of Oceania's landmass was lost in the conflict against The Minister of War and his Climate Cracker fleet in 2044?" Rose blinked, was that a real question? Was a person, any person—even one who was actually from this century—really meant to know that? She didn't even bother pretending to wrack her brains for the answer, offering only a hesitant, "Is that...percentage-wise or...?"

Meanwhile, the Computational Supermind started buzzing loudly, then said, in a loud, deep voice. "32.44 PERCENT"

"Oh, right. I—I guess it was percentage-wise, then." Rose looked down, embarrassed. The podium hummed beneath her fingers, then flashed red. "Ooh, I'm sorry, Rose. It looks like you were outfoxed by the computer on this one!" As if on cue, the podium crackled, and a sudden jolt of electricity shot through her. A short, sharp shriek escaped her, the shock of it making her jump. From behind, the audience's view was of Rose's assets jiggling wildly under that too-short skirt, of tight curves and peachy round cheeks bouncing enticingly. From the front, things weren't so different—Parven had an unmatched view of Rose's modest but perky breasts swelling and pressing against her shirt. The pain went as quickly as it came, and Rose stood there for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. Parven was giving her a smug look, and that was enough for her to deduce the nasty shock was another part of the game—an extra layer of punishment for a wrong answer. With trembling hands she reached up and brushed her hair back, then, with a sheepish expression, Rose looked back at the eager audience members over her shoulder. They were staring at her, all of them, eyes upon eyes glued to her exposed rear-end. She grimaced, giving the skirt a little tug in the absence of any better ideas—it had little effect, as small as the skirt was, and as large as her backside was. Her hands returned to the ridiculous process of trying to cover it with them.

"Problem, Miss Tyler?" Parven flashed her another devilish smile, eyes openly lingering around her chest, where Rose's nipples were showing as two dark circles through the sheer fabric. She squeaked indignantly, looking down at them. "Stop! S—stop looking!"

"Or what?" Parven's smile widened a smidge.

"Or...o-or..." she trailed off. There was no stepping away from the podium to sock him one, for fear she'd simply draw his eyes down further to where the skirt was utterly failing to cover her crotch. "Just...just get on with it! We're here to play this stupid game, right? Not ogle my tits!"

"Little of Column A, little of Column B." Parven said, though he seemed to take what she'd said on board, as he flipped over to the next card and looked back up at the audience. "One point to the 10-51 AM77 Computational Supermind! Let's see if Miss Rose Tyler can close that gap, or if she'll just fall further and further...behind." That last comment was accompanied by a further widening of his smile, and the laughter it inspired in the audience made Rose instinctively clench her buttocks together and squeeze down on them more tightly with her hands. The next question would be better, it had to...