Lunch!

One moment she was enjoying Christmas with her family and boyfriend, the next she was on an alien holiday world for a month and her clothes were back on Earth. She'd wandered, hiding behind various walls, found her way to her admittedly luxurious room, then had to face the fact that if she was going to be on this world for any length of time she was going to need to eat.

Without so much as a scrap of fabric to her name, Rose awkwardly made her way down the corridor, one arm clutched over her tits and managing to do little more than accentuate them, the other hand over her pussy, and her red cheeks rather striking beside her blonde hair.

Meanwhile Clara and the present Rose who couldn't even cover herself watched. Present Rose squirmed, cheeks burning at the reminder of her exposure.

"I-is this why you came here?" Rose squeaked.

"Honestly? Nah," Clara said. "I was looking forward to the other spirits. See how a christmas party could go with you here, see what the future's got in store for us. I bet I won't be letting you get dressed up for a while. This, though, wow you've had a life. Good stuff."

"It was embarrassing," Rose said. She looked down; Clara moved in front of her, lifting her chin with a hand to meet her eyes, and momentarily being distracted by the blonde's chest.

"I bet," Clara said. "But if I asked you'd do it again, right?"

"I-" Rose swallowed, cheeks burning. "Y-yes."

Clara grinned. "I'm really never going to get over how fun this is," she said. "Have to admit, you are kinda cute when you're trying to cover up. Might shake things up a bit later if I feel like it, though giving up this view would be quite an ask."

She glanced at Rose again. The blonde flushed.

Meanwhile the world around them moved, letting them follow the past Rose automatically. Rose didn't think her cheeks could burn any more but somehow they always did, as she watched her younger ass utterly bare, and was reminded of just how many people got a glimpse as she sprinted from the cover of the building block to the nearest cafe.

"So," Clara said. "Give me the thought processes, all the fun stuff. Why'd you do it? What embarrassed you? What turned you on? I want to know everything."

"I-it wasn't like that," Rose said, voice high. "J-just embarrassing. I- I knew that if I was here for that long I'd need to be able to leave my room, get food, everything like that, so I needed to do this sooner or later. I- I thought it was the most embarrassing moment of my life. U-until this."

Clara beamed.

Meanwhile they watched as the past Rose hurried to the cafe. The blonde's modesty was still only protected by her arms, and even that barely.

It just figured that a holiday world would primarily have open-air cafes; it was just a cordoned off square with several tables in, out in the open. With the climate perfectly controlled it wasn't like there was anything that would get in the way.

She glanced around, both not sure where to sit, where the path of least humiliation was, and what on earth she was meant to do in the futuristic setting. Eventually she hurried over the table; she didn't seem particularly relieved when her ass was out of view for the first time in what must have been a decent fraction of an hour when she sat.

"I- it was hard to think about anything except how it all felt," the present Rose said, flushed. "And a few choice words for the Doctor when I got back and he came by. He just had to get a transporter that left my clothes behind! Could have been a nice place, but not when I was stuck like this..."

She squeaked as her past self suddenly bared her tits. There were glass panels on the table meant to scan her genes, both to determine what kind of guest she was, and what food was suitable for her species. Unfortunately they did so via hand-prints, according to the instructions on the table.

Rose sat there, more concerned with hiding her pussy under the table than her chest. That or she'd just panicked and gone for her dominant hand, still flustered; eitehr way her boobs were well in view.

Both Roses whimpered. The scan took much longer than she seemed to have expected.

After a few seconds more she quickly withdrew her hand, awkwardly hunching over as she waited in the open square. A few icons appeared on the screen, several meals to choose between that could be transmatted right to her table.

"Th-that felt like it took forever," the present Rose said.

"Wouldn't have minded a little more," Clara said.

"C-can we move on?" Rose said. "The next Ghost? Please, um, mistress? This is..."

Rose squeaked when she realised what she'd said. That genre thing, the Land of Fiction was beyond weird.

Clara merely tilted her head, speculatively.

"Want to see how you'll be exposed in future?" Clara said.

Rose yelped. "I- I just don't want to see this all again."

"I kinda do," Clara said. She hesitated. "Then again, the others could be fun."