She forces Clara to worship her breasts

"Wh... huh?" Clara mumbled as she came around, bleary eyes blinking in confusion. She was laid flat on her back, staring up at the decorated ceiling of Versailles, Reinette still sat firmly on her lap. As she stirred, memories of the fight came back to her, and she caught Reinette's eye.
"You knocked me out," she said slowly. Reinette smirked back at her.
"Correct. You sought a fight, and I proved myself the victor."
"I wouldn't have expected... you know, a fancy woman like you..." She trailed off as Reinette put a finger to her lips.
"I am the King's mistress, not his wife," she replied coyly.
"And you know you're still, uh-"
"Naturally," Reinette said, cutting Clara off again as her eyes drifted to Reinette's exposed breast. "I told you that you would learn your place. That lesson is not yet complete." She reached both hands down and behind Clara's upper back, dragging her into a sitting position. Almost on instinct, Clara's hands drifted to Reinette's waist.
"You will not leave this room until I am satisfied, and I shall not be satisfied until you have worshipped my bosom as though it were the King himself." She looked down at Clara, her face set and firm. Clara caught her eye for a moment before looking back at the bare breast looming in front of her. With a defeated sigh, she leaned her head forward, planting a kiss on the soft skin of Reinette's breast. She kissed again, and a third time, eyes closing as she moved across the breast. Her lips brushed over a hard nipple and she flicked her tongue out; Reinette gasped lightly, pulling Clara a little closer. She kissed again, lips closing around the nipple to briefly suck at it before moving on, crossing to the other breast. Reinette reached up and tugged on her dress, freeing the other breast as Clara made her way around it as well, circling around until she reached the other nipple. Here she took a little more time, swirling her tongue around it to stiffen it before bringing her teeth into play and nibbling gently.
"Yes," Reinette moaned, her own eyes closed as she enjoyed her position. Clara's hands moved up her body, from her waist up to her chest, groping at one breast as she worshipped the other, massaging it in her hands. Reinette's hand drifted down to Clara's body, fingers slipping under her dress to access her chest as well. Clara's breath caught in her throat as she felt Reinette's thumb rub across her own hard nipple.
"You are enjoying yourself, are you not?" Reinette whispered.
"Yes, mistress," Clara replied, barely moving her mouth from Reinette's skin as she did. Then she felt a sudden tug on her hair as Reinette yanked her head back.
"Then you have learned your place," she said coldly, holding Clara's head away as she looked her in the eye. "But I will not reward you with any further pleasure. Get out of the palace - I wish to never see you again." She stood abruptly, letting Clara's hair go as she did so, tucking herself back into her dress before making for the door.

"Satisfied?" the Doctor asked as Clara entered the TARDIS. She shut the door behind her, her face passive.
"Not how I thought that would go," she replied, walking up to the console. "I think I need a bit of time to, uh, process."
"Of course," the Doctor replied, swiftly shutting off the screen showing the same side room she'd just left. "Back to your home then. You can have some alone time."
"Thanks," she said, slumping down onto the steps. "But this isn't the end, mister. You're coming back to pick me up tomorrow."