Dickens

"You said you met Dickens?" Clara said suddenly.

Rose fidgeted slightly where she stood. She was used to things happening fast when it came to travelling with the Doctor, but this... even by her usual standards this was a lot.

Dropped off in the Land of Fiction, ending up following the rules of a genre which led to her not being able to get dressed at all, wearing a collar, and feeling a slightly guilty need to follow any of Clara's instructions. And somehow she didn't mind.

Well, she didn't mind the following instructions part. The stuck-naked part still left her cheeks hot, as did the fact Clara had told her to keep her arms behind her back.

"I, uh... yes?" Rose said.

"Excellent! That can't be too far from Wells," Clara said. "Want to go scandalise some Victorians?"

"Do I have a choice?" Rose said, still blushing.

"Nuh-uh, let's go!" Clara said. She patted Rose's ass encouragingly as they left the basement behind. Thanks to access to Wells's time machine they could stay for as long as they needed.

Ok, it only travelled in time, not space so they'd always need to make it back there, but somehow Rose had the feeling Clara saw nothing wrong with walking her around the Land.

Unlike Rose's... lacking wardrobe, Clara seemed equipped for anything. Not only did she actually get to be dressed, but she had a scanner, something that resembled a sonic screwdriver even if it wasn't the same as Rose's Doctor's own... She was prepared. Then again, she'd actually planned to go out into the Land, of course she was ready for all the thing it could offer.

The scanner led them out of the lab and home (the sonic opening doors), and out onto the Victorian street, streetlamps lit by flickering gas flames, the passers-by in black hats and several layers of clothes, some with canes, most with distinctly old-fashioned moustaches. Then again old fashioned would probably be ultra-modern fashion by their standards.

Rose's cheeks blazed, nervously shifting but still not moving her arms as she walked, exposed down the street. Part of her wanted to urge Clara to walk a little faster, the other part of her knew Clara should move at her own pace.

Even if it meant she was out in the open like this. Rose whimpered; Clara glanced back, cracking a grin at Rose's flustered expression.

"Having fun back there?" Clara said. "Not going to lie, I really don't see why you'd ever want to cover up."

Clara's gaze flicked down, then back up, smirking. More heat rushed to Rose's cheeks.

They turned a corner into a mostly similar looking street. It seemed different somehow, but it was hard for Rose to put her finger on exactly what. The temperature had dropped a couple of degrees, which didn't help matters, but there were little tweaks, adjustments to the architecture and aesthetics. It was like the same street imagined by two different people.

Rose shifted, nipples hardening from the cool. She looked down, not thinking she could blush any more but proving herself wrong. Intellectually knowing that ok, she was naked didn't prepare her for how... obvious the sight was.

"Brazen hussy!"

Rose squeaked at the attention of a duo on the far side of the street. She glanced down at the ground, bare feet against the pavement, her cheeks by far the warmest part of her.

"Wave hello," Clara said.

"O-ok," Rose squeaked, obeying by instinct.

Her genre felt strange. She always wanted to do what Clara said, it just felt right, the action of obeying felt good even when the consequences were mortifying.

She turned and waved to the shocked Victorians, bare tits facing them completely, and she didn't even want to think about below.

"Well I never!" they hurried on, tutting. Rose flushed.

When she looked back, Clara was beaming.

"I get the feeling we're going to have a lot of fun, don't you?" Clara said.

"I- maybe," Rose said, blushing.

"Just maybe?" Clara said.

"I- I'm sure you'll think of something to do," Rose said.

"Count on it," Clara said. "Anyway, here we are. The works of Charles Dickens. Want to see what's around?"

"S-sure," Rose said.

Exploring while nude was not something she'd ever expected to do. Hands still behind her back, Rose stumbled down the street, still flushing.