Romana leads the way.

"How long do we get to the Chamber again?"

"Not long at all," Romana said, as Amy was led through the quiet streets of what looked to her like a small Italian town. She'd been dragged at the end of a leash through a luxury hotel, a beach packed with sunbathers, a train station, a bustling casino, a shopping mall, a graveyard at midnight and a fully-functional amusement park, and she was getting very tired of being pointed and laughed at everywhere she went. Even the graveyard had been surprisingly busy. Twice, on the beach and in the shopping mall, Romana had decided to pin her down and give her another firm spanking, with the result that Amy's bottom was now glowing the same bright red as her cheeks. People were turning in the street to stare. Which wasn't a surprise, as she was bondaged and naked. Beautiful, nude, blushing, well-spanked, humiliated redheads attract attention everywhere in space and time.

"I didn't know the TARDIS had all this stuff in it." An icecream seller had paused in the middle of a scoop to study the bounce of Amy's tits. Face luminous with shame, she did her best to ignore it. "Isn't there a route that's a little more private?"

"Of course! But it's five minutes longer."

"That's okay. I really don't mind."

"It won't be much farther now. This way, through the convention hall." Romana pushed open a door in a medieval stone wall. They stepped through, into a cool brightly-lit hall filled with booths selling comic books and nerds in colourful costumes. Every eye turned to look in her direction. "You'll fit right in."

"No I won't! I... I don't have a costume!"

"Quit complaining." Romana tugged her towards the crowd. "Sounds like somebody's overdue for another spanking. That spot looks comfortable."

"That's the stage for the costume contest!"

"So it is."