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"Ok, Ghost!" Clara called. "Let's skip ahead? No offense, but looking forward to what the others can add."

Rose yelped suddenly as the Ghost of Christmas Past reappeared. The Ghost tilted its head, looking both at the present Rose and the flustered past Rose awkwardly hunched over her table.

"You're certain?" the Ghost said. "I wouldn't complain if you wanted to take your time. This is... new for me, but it's certainly more entertaining than my usual of seeing people being awful to each other."

"All good, you can branch out on your own time" Clara said. She patted Rose's ass encouragingly. "I'll ask Rose for details about that month she spent naked on an alien world, if I get curious, but I'm wondering what the others can show."

Rose blushed further. The Ghost sighed, but relented and waved a hand.

"We can pop back later," Clara whispered. "All the time in the world, remember?"

Rose squeaked. Somehow she had the feeling this time her nudity might last a bit longer than a month. She whimpered, embarrassing memories racing by, countless scenes on the holiday planet rushing past.

Clara raised an intrigued eyebrow.

A moment later and they were back on Earth. Rose's clothes had just fallen to the ground, the blonde far away.

"Rose, did I hear someth-" the two from the other room walked out into the hallway, hesitating in the door.

A second later and Rose reappeared. Her hair was wet from something and, of course, she was still rather naked. Her eyes widened in an instant and she clapped her hands over her front, shrieking, before remembering where she was and crouching, picking up her clothes and hugging them in front of her.

"Stop staring!" the past Rose yelped. "Stop, just stop!"

A second later and the admittedly appealing sight faded, leaving them back in Scrooge's manor. Rose bit her lip, trying not to squeak again.

"Goodbye," the Ghost of Christmas Past said. "It's been... interesting."

"See you!" Clara said. "Been fun."

"B-bye," squeaked Rose.

The two wandered into the living room to wait. The next of the ghosts might take a bit; Clara lay back, Rose still keeping her arms back. The sight never got old.

The clock ticked on.

"Having a good time?" Clara said.

Rose flushed.

The blonde waited, fidgeting still. Even when she wanted to do what Clara said, having her boobs so exposed kept her flushing, to say nothing of her pussy. Legs bare, skin brushing the chair, she couldn't forget her state.

And apparently this was just her life now, at least for the foreseeable future. A future she was probably going to see for that matter. She whimpered.

And then a jovial, rather wide figure burst through the door. He wore a green laurel wreath on his head and a bright, vivid green robe, a beard that shifted as he laughed. He offered a bunch of grapes to Rose, who flushed but took one.

"Ghost of Christmas Present, I presume?" Clara said. "Mind if we borrow you?"

"Oh, absolutely not!" the Ghost said with a booming laugh. "I only have but one night to live, and I'd much prefer to spend it in the company of this lovely lady than teaching Ebenezer up there to not be a dick."

Rose flushed. Her arms twitched slightly, but she still couldn't cover anything up.

Clara raised an eyebrow. "That a common Victorian term?"

"I'm your present too," the Ghost said. "Now, please, ask away. You want to see the coming Christmas?"

"Yep," Clara said. "The best party we could go to. Rose, ask the nice spirit."

Rose yelped.

"I- I- uh," Rose said. She reddened. "Can you please show us me being naked and humiliated at a christmas party?"

The spirit beamed.

"Of course!" he said. "I promise you, this will be a night you'll never forget."