The Viyrans land...

A small pod descended from the Viyran spaceship, descending smoothly through the atmosphere until it came to rest on a nearby hill. Bill bit her lip, doing her utmost to not whimper.

Great. Act casual, at like this wasn't the most mortifying experience of her life, going around an alien planet in full view of countless strangers, wearing nothing but her shoes and not being able to afford to cover up.

She tried to keep close to a camp wall, but she knew that wasn't good enough. It couldn't be obvious she didn't want to be seen.

The one bright spot was that at least she wasn't the only one in this boat. All the other women of the colony were walking around now too, going through the motions of their work. Most didn't do a good job of hiding their blushes. At least she could distract herself with the sight.

Bill swallowed and started walking, well aware that utterly everything was on display. Her hands were by her sides, meaning her most private spots could be easily glimpsed, and were being glimpsed by several people each passing second.

Tentative, she approached the edge of the colony, making a conscious effort to not just run inside the prefab building. Her hands shook slightly.

And then the Viyran emerged. There was only one in the pod; it was taller than anyone there, contained in a bulky, sterile white suit. Almost everything seemed to be metal, save for a vertical slit over what Bill assumed were its eyes. That was assuming there even was anything biological inside it.

Otherwise it seemed humanoid. It took heavy steps forwards, intimidating yet giving the impression that intimidation was entirely accidental.

Bill squeaked, then swallowed, steadying herself. No, don't act embarrassed, don't act embarrassed. She wanted to be naked; Bill played that over and over in her head. She had to act like she wanted to be wearing nothing but her shoes. Somehow.

Oh, and great, now she could add an alien to the list of strangers that had seen her tits today. She did her best to act casual as she turned, pace just a little quicker as she tried to move away. She'd wanted to get a look at it, but it hadn't been her smartest idea.

"Hello, hello! Welcome to- whatever we're called," the Doctor said. She could hear him, going closer, trying to ingratiate himself.

The Viyran sounded thoroughly unimpressed. It paused for a moment, then spoke with a deep, distorted, mechanical voice.

"You are infected," the Viyran said.

"Infected? No, no infections here," the Doctor said. "Thanks for your concern, but we don't need any-"

"Symptoms unmistakeable," the Viyran said, each syllable having tangible weight.

"Symptoms? What symptoms?" the Doctor said. "Everything's normal here."

The Viyran gestured with one heavy arm; Bill bit her lip, just about managing to not squeal again. It was looking at her. Well, not just her, the whole array of women doing their utmost to go about their usual duties nude had its attention, but Bill couldn't escape the feeling it was still paying attention to her.

"Seems normal to me," the Doctor said. "What symptoms are you looking for?"

"It is not necessary for you to know," the Viyran said. "I am here to confirm."

"How am I meant to help if you don't tell me?" the Doctor said.

"Your help is not required."

"But what if it is?" the Doctor said. "You could be looking at something that's perfectly normal, and drawing completely the wrong conclusion."

The Viyran paused. Bill stared nervously, now using a building for cover. She hoped it'd pass it off as wariness of the giant robot-thing rather than embarrassedment; she only poked her head out around the side, cheeks burning.

Not that it helped her deal with the fact everyone behind her could still see her ass. Whatever she did, apparently there was no escaping that.

"Bearers of certain genetic markers in your population have their crucial areas exposed," the Viyran droned.

"What? You mean the nudity? Nah, that's just a normal day," the Doctor said. "Social thing, you know. Apparently it's more comfortable, all those bits and pieces."

The Viyran paused. The Doctor was doing a much better job of hiding his nerves than Bill, of hoping the Viyrans had no means beyond the symptoms to detect the virus.

Then hopefully he could get to actually whipping up a cure.

"We will consider," the Viyran said.

The Viyran started moving, only it was heading towards the colony now, rather than the pod. Bill whimpered; apparently it really did want to check if this was intentional.

She straightened quickly, trying to keep herself steady, more humiliated than she'd ever been as she tried to walk normally. Pretend she was dressed, pretend she actually had clothes on, pretend - oh god - pretend that an alien and a few dozen colonists couldn't see her pussy. Wide-eyed, she wandered towards the lab.

The limited shelter didn't help, especially with the thudding footfalls of the Viyran reminding her both that it was near, and that for so long as it was she couldn't even cover up, let alone get dressed.

Bill walked around, stark naked, less modest than she was even when she was home alone. Then at least she could wear a towel, or hurry, or be sure to keep out of sight of windows, but she couldn't afford to do any of that.

And it wasn't like it was just the Viyran watching her. The men, the women, most just as flustered as her...

The Doctor's plan had better work. She couldn't have exposed this much for nothing!