The Titanic

"Can't believe we didn't think of this sooner," Clara's voice resolved around them, slightly muffled. "I mean, you're called Rose, why wouldn't we pop by here?"

The present Clara and Rose found themselves in an admittedly well-furnished room, alone. No sign of their past selves nor of the Ghost. Wood-panelled walls surrounded them, lights set into each, a carpeted floor, every little detail screaming luxury.

Clara glanced around curiously, trying to recognise anything; there was an odd sound in the background, a gentle rushing, something familiar that she couldn't quite place.

Rose, meanwhile, stumbled over to a chair to try and crouch behind it. There was one door into their room and it was open; she wanted to be as hidden from it as possible.

"So, what do you think's next?" Clara said.

"M-maybe you finally let me get dressed," Rose said. Clara chuckled.

"Somehow I doubt that," Clara said. "Hey, open those blinds while you're over there."

Rose frowned, and glanced back over a bare shoulder. Ok, blinds, some kind of window behind her. She flushed but straightened to hurry over to it. As embarrassing as this was, she couldn't help but admit that it felt good to do anything Clara said.

It wasn't exactly compulsion, though she hadn't figured it out yet. It was just... priorities.

Cheeks warming as Clara eyed her ass, again, Rose pulled on the blinds. A second later and she jumped back.

Well, they'd found the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come. The tall, black-robed figure was outside, standing on the sea. All around them waves and water stretched out, illuminate donly by starlight and the lights from the ship they were on.

The Ghost seemed to have no problem waiting on the sea's surface. It was far too large to fit inside.

"Huh, we're at sea?" Clara said. "Want to go check up on our future selves? I'm hoping for a party."

Rose blushed, but awkwardly hurried from her chair to Clara's side. She kept one arm over her tits, by now far too aware that the gesture just accentuated her cleavage, but needing to do something to cover up. Her other hand remained trembling over her pussy.

"Can I stay l-like this?" Rose said; she gestured with her chin to her hands.

"Is pretty cute," Clara said. She paused. "For now, we'll see how future you's doing before I make any promises. I want to get a good look at at least one of you."

Rose whimpered.

Clara was the first to walk out into the corridor; Rose followed awkwardly, still hunched forwards. Maybe the people of this time couldn't see her, they were just visiting a projection after all, but that didn't make it any easier to be surrounded by all this luxury and out in a public corridor without so much as a stitch on.

At the far end of the corridor they glimpsed the familiar sight of Rose's behind, before she ducked around a corner. Clara turned back to grin, and started jogging down the corridor.

Flushing, Rose kept up, feeling her boobs move behind her arm from the faster motion.

"Told you I wouldn't be letting you get dressed," Clara said.

Rose whimpered.

Then, together, they turned the corner to see what was in store for the future Rose.