Something else?

You contemplate the coat hook and think for abit.

Suddenly you are thrust from thought as the TARDIS console flashes and beeps.

You jump for a second as you think this may be the doctor returning, however no one comes.

Another beep is heard and you swear it almost sounds approving. Like laughter.

A door leading out the console room wooshes open with a green light behind it. Beckoning you to enter.

Interesting.

Looks like you and Clara are going to do some exploring.

Some feminine grunting brings you back to the present as you remember you are still holding Clara on her tippy toes by her underpants.

You release them, rewarded by an immensively satisfying SNAP.

'eeep!'

Her knickers now comically were splayed out over the top of her skirt. All the material now bunched up her lower back or deep between her cheeks.

She swivels round, now getting a good look at you. Her knickers have ridden up in the front too revealing a cute little bow in the front.

Her cute round face was red with indignance and anger.

"okay, I don't know who you are, but that was NOT funny, okay"

She says, brandishing a finger at you as if she were scolding a child.

"when the doctor gets back you are so dead"

Well he's not here is he, you think as she continues to berate you. Now with one hand pulling at the seat of her skirt, to little success. Her undies really do look wedged all the way up there.

You decide you're not done with her yet though. You pounce and after a small struggle you have her where you want her.

She smacks her arms against you but you have her in a firm headlock. All she can really do is grunt and stamp her feet in protest.

To add insult to injury you take your closed first and rubb you nuckles hard against her skull giving her a nice burning noogie.

She's trying to not to cry out to keep her dignity but muffled squeaks leave her lips. Her beautifully done hair is now a shaggy mess.

You give her a second to recover and you're even nice enough to pull the hair on her left side back over her ear, as you now had another idea.

You move your tongue in a way to produce as much saliva as you can, you then sniff hard and garggle in you throught to create a load of phlem.

She continues grunting and futilet stomping, oblivious to your new plan.

You then stick your left finger in your mouth and coat it in as much saliva and phlem as you can.

You remove your finger and hold it in the air, literally dripping with clear ooze with spots of green.

It grosses you out to even be on your finger slightly. You grin evily knowing where it's going next though.

You jam the coated finger into her left ear and she squeals.

"Wet willy! Hahaha"

You really try and jam the finger in their as hard as you can, making sure to rapidly rotate left and right and curl your finger making sure the entire ear is coated.

She squeals. Mouth agape, high pitch girly scream as her ear is violently coated with fluid.

Her eyes cross as you get really deep and she kicks more wildly than ever, her right hand aimlessly flailing whilst her left desperately slaps at yours to no avail.

You keep this up for about 20 seconds then remove your finger, wiping the excess spit off on her cheek and in her hair. You give her another noogie for good measure.

"You're disgusting! Let me go"

Still so fiesty. Now holding her in this position it would be easy to go and explore the green door.

You drag her through the door still swatting you in protest.

It opens into a metallic corridor, and you find the source of the light is from above yet another door. This time closed.

There is some gallifreyan writing on the door accompanied by what looks like the symbol for a woman.

Surely not?

You push the door open and are greeted by a metallic green lit TARDIS themed toilet.

It's as if the TARDIS read your mind.