Quite the opposite

It took a moment for the alien to peer at her again, Gwen squirming under his gaze. This was not how she'd wanted this investigation to go.

"You are saving the life of my Prince," the alien said suddenly. He slipped a hand into a pocket that hadn't seemed to be there a moment before, withdrawing a tiny circle of metal.

He approached, Gwen squeaking despite herself, but he was faster than he looked; in a moment he pressed one hand to the side of her head, the metal disc sticking. It wasn't painful, just... strange.

"And what's that then?" Gwen said. Her arms still worked to try and cover up.

"It will help," the alien said.

"How?! Can I expect holographic clothes, or invisibility, or..."

"Oh no, no," the alien said. "It allows my Prince to focus on the psychic energy you create, no matter how far away you are. It will fall off naturally when he's healed, but until then your embarrassment will provide strength."

Gwen shuffled back, flushing. The alien continued almost as an afterthought.

"I adjusted it to emit a slight signal to draw other humans to your location," he said. "The more that see you, the faster my Prince should recover. Thank you for your aid."

"What?!" Gwen yelped.

Oh, this just got better and better. Stripped naked, and now told people would constantly be drawn to ogle her nude body. Why did this sort of stuff always seem to follow Torchwood around?

And she didn't even have her gun, or anything to even attempt intimidation and get the alien to reverse whatever it was it had done. She was the exact opposite of an intimidating figure, blushing and pale and fidgeting in the middle of the street.

Quickly she lifted one arm, raising it from her chest so that it no longer covered her tits; they relaxed, cleavage less apparent without the pressure on them, but her nipples now exposed and hardening in the cool Welsh air. She used her hand to try and tug at the disc only to find it seemed stuck fast. She couldn't get any kind of grip on it, and oculdn't make it move; rather than hurting it was like it was just part of her.

Whimpering, Gwen hastily returned her arm to covering her chest. She squirmed on the spot again, her forearm feeling like it wasn't doing anything but making her chest more eyecatching.

The alien moved again; that time Gwen stepped backwards with considerably more urgency.

"N-no, you're not doing anything else!" Gwen said, eyes wide. "Stay back!"

And that was when she heard the sound of a car. It was a fair distance away, but she recognised it as Torchwood's own; Gwen couldn't help the yelp that escaped her lips then (the alien Prince stirring in relief at the sound of her humiliation) and she turned around to run desperately for some kind of cover, her pale ass bare behind her.

Leaving the aliens behind, the only thought on Gwen's mind was that she absolutely could not let her team see her like this!