Cue the natives!

There was a distant sound of footsteps. Amy’s eyes darted around madly as she squirmed. The Doctor, meanwhile, grinned.

“Hey out there, over here!” the Doctor shouted.

“Doctor!” Amy hissed.

“What?” the Doctor said. “More eyes the better, less chance for the Angel to slip through the cracks.”

“I’m still kinda exposed here,” Amy said, voice low.

“Exactly!” the Doctor said. “I’m trying to help with that. If the Angel doesn’t get a chance to do anything, we can help get you out.”

Did he- did he really not see what the problem was? Typical Doctor. Amy opened her mouth to retort-

And closed it to bite back a whimper as the first handful of people turned into the square.

It might have been some kind of parade. By what the Doctor had said, this world was very art-oriented, and several people seemed to be carrying portraits around. Some kind of exhibition, perhaps.

Maybe that was where everyone had been; following them around. Unfortunately now it meant dozens of people were pouring into the square.

Amy wriggled, flushing deeper.

“Look at the statue,” the Doctor said, tone brooking no disagreement. “Everyone, take a good long look. My guess is you’ve had people vanish recently; that thing’s why. If you take your eyes off it for a moment, it can get away.”

Amy whimpered softly as the ever-growing crowd turned their attention to her. She couldn’t tell how many believed the Doctor, just that they seemed happy to obey.

Damn it. She wriggled again, and felt her top and bra ride up a little more, still caught by the stone hand. Her tits shook, and she felt her cheeks warm a little more.

She didn’t think she could flush any deeper, but apparently dozens of eyes on her pussy could do that.

“Everyone looking?” the Doctor said.

There were murmurs; Amy stared out. She didn’t dare close her eyes despite everything; she didn’t exactly have a great view of the Angel, but she knew how dangerous they were. If there was any chance…

Especially if it turned out it wasn’t alone.

Still, that just meant she had no recourse for denial. She could see all the people that were moving to fill the square, to surround her. All those eyes.

And she had to stay there, held in place with her body exposed to the population of this world.