Rose is popular

The world rippled, and resolved into a typical Victorian party. Without re-reading the book Clara couldn't have said whether it was one from a Christmas Carol, or just some other party she happened to have brought Rose into. Either way it was everything she'd have expected.

A few dozen well-dressed Victorians either sat idly to the side of an ornate room, or stood and talked in hushed voices, getting to know each other. A model of decorum. It didn't strike Clara as all that much of a party but then, if she knew herself, that was more than likely why they were there.

She and the nude Rose wandered through the image of what would happen that Christmas, accompanied by the jovial Ghost of Christmas Present. He produced a bunch of grapes from apparently nowhere and offered one to Clara.

A few seconds later there was a knock on the door. Clara took a grape and turned to face it, grinning. She could guess what was to come.

A confused guest, a man in a suit, walked over to the house's door.

"Sorry, we don't have-" he began, probably expecting something else.

Instead he was greeted with the Clara and Rose of that time, Rose positioned front and centre on the doorstep with her hands, shaking, by her side, offering a full-frontal view to whoever answered the door.

Both that Rose and the real Rose gave almost identical whimpers in unison.

Meanwhile, on the doorstep, the morning's Clara had her hands resting on her Rose's bare shoulders, gently coaxing her to stay where she was, thumbs just brushing the blonde's collar.

"Hey, need anyone to liven up your party?" Clara said.

"My word...." the man said.

Rose blushed furiously, opening her mouth to speak but not being able to find the words given her situation. It was more than just being paraded around the street naked, now Clara was absolutely making sure she would be the centre of attention, that her body would be the centre of attention, on top of finding the location where her nudity would probably feel the most out of place.

"Simmons, what's happening over- oh my," something else walked over to the very open doorway. Rose squeaked.

"Wondered if you'd be happy with a couple more guests," Clara said. "Looks like you could do with something more fun than just standing around."

Rose whimpered; the two strangers stared, understandably caught off guard by the naked woman on the doorstep.

"What... what..." they seemed as lost for words as Rose was.

Clara, meanwhile, was obviously enjoying herself.

"Going to invite us in?" Clara said. "Just think of her as brightening up the scene. Say hi."

She patted Rose's ass encouragingly. The blonde squeaked again, cheeks burning.

"H-hi," Rose said.

Her hands still shook from the effort to not try and cover up. The watching Rose, alongside Clara and the Ghost, bit her lip in sympathy; even needing to obey Clara's orders, that didn't make the experience any less mortifying.

The watching Clara, too, seemed to be enjoying this as much as the watching Rose; her attention was torn between the figure on the doorstep, and the nude Rose squirming beside her, already inside (even if none of the partygoers could see them). Her Rose was embarrassed for a subtly different reason though; there was a real chance that Clara was going to take her straight out from here after the next Ghost had come and gone and march her through the exact, humiliating experience they were watching.

There was something in that which appealed to Clara, making sure Rose knew exactly what was going to happen to her. Huh, this Land was a fun place, she made a mental not to try and let it not go to her head too much.

But come on, how was she not meant to enjoy herself when something like this offered itself to her?

A well-dressed woman walked over to the door, drawn to the small huddle (four people now) ogling Rose. She peered past, then gasped.

"The indecency!" she said.

"I know," Clara said, grinning. "Fun right?"

"You're parading this poor woman around the street without even her underclothes on Christmas Day?" the woman said. "For shame!"

"Oh, she likes it," Clara said. She nudged Rose again, eliciting another embarrassed squeak. "Tell the truth."

"I- I like that you want me to do it," Rose managed. Her blush didn't fade.

"Close enough," Clara shrugged. "Can we join your party?"

The woman faltered; Rose fidgeted under her gaze.

"If you say no we'll just go bother someone else," Clara said. "This isn't the first door we've knocked on. Good few people have gotten to know us. I'm Clara by the way, this is Rose."

"I..." the woman said. She hesitated. "I cannot in good conscience allow a woman in such a state as her to spend today of all days outside, though- will you please accept something to wear?"

Rose looked sideways, slightly pleadingly, at Clara; Clara shook her head. Rose whimpered.

"N-no," Rose said. "I- I'll stay like this."

"I... see," the woman said slowly. She shook her head. "I doubt I will ever understand why. Good heavens. But still, come inside, come into the warm. I suppose you must be used to being the centre of attention by now."

Rose's blush never faded. She crossed the threshold, Clara just behind her, though swiftly moving to her side so that those who'd been staring at Rose on the doorstep now got just as good a view of her behind, the one angle they hadn't seen.