Leaving

Clara offered a hand up to Rose; gratefully, Rose took it, stumbling off the top of the table and trying to crouch behind Clara. Even if she couldn't cover with her arms, it didn't mean she didn't still want some modesty.

"Hope you have fun with your games," Clara said. "I get the feeling your era's idea of fun isn't going to be for me."

"We're going?" Rose said, hopefully.

"Yeah," Clara said, chuckling at the few groans from the crowd. "Besides, I'm sure there are plenty more christmas parties that'll welcome us."

Rose's eyes suddenly went wide.

"Or we could stay!" Rose said. "I'm sure they'll have something-"

"Nah," Clara said. "I want all of London to get to see you. Consider it my Christmas gift to them."

Rose's cheeks burned. She'd already been stood nude on a lot of doorsteps, actually coming in and mingling nude with the Victorian guests had been mortifying, but to repeat the experience with strangers after strangers after...

Clara rested an arm over her shoulders, smiling. Instantly something in Rose softened; if Clara wanted it...

God, this genre thing messed with her head. She followed Clara, still fidgeting as her bare ass was the last that particular party saw of her. Then they were back out on the street, her bare feet on cold stone; Clara took a deep breath and set out.

Pale skin standing out against their surroundings, Rose followed.

"Have to admit," the watching Clara said. "I have style. Looking forward to tomorrow, Rose?"

The real Rose just stared, watching as she and the other Clara walked from door to door, introducing themselves at each, Rose bared each time.

Clara turned back to the Ghost of Christmas Present. He was hunched over slightly now, a streak of white in his brown beard.

"Hey, can we skip ahead to something fun?" Clara said. "Ghost of Christmas Past helped with that. The next party we end up at, or just the best."

"Alas," the Ghost said. "I do not have as long to live as the others. My time is coming to an end."

"Oh," Clara said. She hesitated. "I mean, sure, I read that, but, oh. Never really thought about it."

"Don't be sad," the Ghost said. He smiled at her. "You've given me the best day I could have asked for. I wish you and your friend the best. I know I get but the one day, and I am truly glad to have spent it with you."

The Ghost turned, and took a last long look at the blushing Rose's tits. And then with a step back, he closed his eyes and faded away, leaving the two of them in the street.

Clara sighed wistfully; Rose was still squirming, her perpetual nudity always foremost in her mind. Clara took her hand.

The street didn't fade, though their other selves did. Rather than returning to Scrooge's mansion however, they lingered.

"Merry Christmas," Clara said playfully. "What do you want?"

"Clothes!" Rose said.

"Really?" Clara said. Rose faltered.

"I-if you want me dressed," Rose said.

"And if I don't?"

"I-I'll stay naked," Rose said. She squeaked. "As long as you want me to be."

Clara grinned, still slightly giddy. "I love this place."

And then a mist slowly started creeping up the street. Clouds passed over the Sun, but didn't move on, shadows swelling and lengthening. Uncertain Clara glanced around; Rose frowned, and then shrieked, her nakedness keeping her on edge.

A shadow removed itself from a nearby building, a pillar of deep black as tall as the house Rose's humiliation had just occurred in nearing them; what at first seemed to just be pure darkness resolved itself into a cloak. Whatever was beneath it however remained unseen.

The shadowy spirit towered over them. Rose crouched, stepping behind Clara more to cover herself than from fear; Clara waved up to it.

"Ghost of Christmas Yet-to-Come, right?" Clara said. "Been looking forward to finally meeting you. If you're coming for us rather than old Scrooge, I'm guessing you know the plan?"

The tall shadow inclined what must have been its head.

"Talkative, huh?" Clara said. "Don't worry about the doom and gloom. Can you show us what's in store for Rose in the long term? All the fun stuff. I'm looking forward to this." She glanced back; "You looking forward to this too, Rose?"

Rose squealed.

The tall figure raised its cloak, and they walked on, swept up in the darkness.