People lap it up

Monday came, and so did Debbi to the Crown Jewels to meet the other two - and Carol?

"What's she doing here?" Debbi asked whilst they were gathered on the pavement.

"More like, what are those doing here?" Diane pulled on the lapel of Debbi's jacket, "I thought I told you no clothes until we become MPs," with the evilest smirk in her life.

"Carol caught wind of our plan and wanted to become an MP, too, so I signed her up for Collingsworth Gardens..." Jeff explained.

"That's great and all, but who's running the office?" Debbi was bemused.

"Oh, I'll still be there later today," Carol butted in, "I just wanted to see your naked campaign kick off - and by the way, Karen is running things at the moment in my stead."

'Oh great', Debbi thought, 'some of the worst people I know are running the company right now. Why couldn't Jeff stick to donations to get his political rocks off?'

"You know the drill, Debbi," Jeff butted in, "I've got your sign right here."

Indeed he did, along with a bunch of flyers. The sandwich said, on both sides,

"VOTE LABORATORY DEMOCRATS

✔️ DIFFERENT RATES

✔️ EVERY ENGLISHMAN A LORD

✔️ MORE LOCKS"

"More locks?" Debbi inquired.

"Yeah, 'cuz three aren't good enough," Carol responded. Great, now the Lab Dems were going for the geriatric?

Debbi soon enough got her kit off and the sandwich board on. "Are you sure I can leave my clothes with you, Jeff?"

"Certainly," Jeff assured her, "you'll have them back in due course."

In due course? Debbi couldn't think about it too long before all three scampered off, leaving her in the sign shouting out "Vote for the Lab Dems this election! We've got different rates for different plates!" Different plates? Hell, if Jeff was going to make shit up as he went along so was she.

Soon enough the morning commuters were going to the shops and seeing the dishabilled Debbi distributing pamphlets that said the same type of rubbish as her only form of clothing.

"Excuse me, miss," a kindly gentleman came up to her, "when you say 'different rates', do you mean higher or lower?"

"We just think they ought to be different, that's all," Debbi replied, "did you know that the government have not changed the rates once since taking power?"

"I don't know if they do rates anymore..." the man countered.

"Well, read all about it on our website," demured Debbi to the link printed on the flyers.

And indeed, the attention Debbi was getting was steady throughout the morning rush and into the afternoon shopping. By 1 o'clock her flyer stack had run out. Luckily, Jeff and Diane came back to her with the biggest grins ever.

"Right, Debbi, you're a princess!" Jeff ran up to her. "We've already got 500 signatures on our pledge! We'll be superstars!" he said with the most joyous expression he'd ever donned, a smile so wholesome it made Debbi feel guilty about the fact that it had been largely from her nudity. "Tell you what, you take the rest of the day off, and then come back her at 8 tomorrow, yeah? As you are, again, and keep doing this through Friday. We'll set up a constituency debate."

"What, me with Lewart and Grosmere?" Debbi was shocked.

"Yeah, and whomever the Lib Dems run," Diane countered. Debbi hadn't considered the Lib Dems possibly minding their name being plagiarised, but that was for Jeff to deal with, not her.

"Brilliant, I assume now that I get my clothes back?"

"Don't be daft," Diane was quite cheerful in her sadism, "keep the board for now. You'll have a chance at real clothes when the debate rolls around, but don't count too much on keeping them on."

Debbi sighed - at least she had kept her purse on her throughout this - and walked back to her flat once more. This saga played out all throughout the week, by which end the Lab Dems had gotten 1,500 pledges, and quite a few from the other three's constituencies! Debbi still wasn't looking forward to the debate, giving how little the Lab Dems really had.