They get to know each other

"So, uh, do either of you know what brought us here?" Sarah Jane said.

She was still red-faced, hunched against the wall and trying desperately to cover her tits. She squeaked when Rose turned sideways to look at her.

"Romana said she does," Rose said.

Still, her gaze lingered. She'd met Sarah Jane Smith before, only when she was older. This Sarah was clearly from a point in her past; it was weird both to meet someone like that, and on top of it all to see her naked.

"Gallifrey," Romana said. "The **** Zone."

Sarah squeaked. "I thought humans weren't allowed on Gallifrey?"

"Those were the old rules," Romana said. "Though either way I can assure you this is not officially sanctioned procedure. The time scoop was decommissioned. Someone must have made a replacement, if a poor one judging by its inability to transport inorganic matter like clothing."

"Don't remind me," Sarah murmured.

She glanced down, away from the others. Romana sighed.

"I was discussing this with Rose," Romana said, almost reluctantly. "We're... not going to get anything done if we're like this around each other. And I assume we can trust you, and you can trust us, so while it's just us can we..."

Romana faltered. Then for the second time, cheeks still rather coloured, she lowered her arms to expose her chest. She trembled slightly.

Rose swallowed. She'd been so glad when they'd been interrupted last time so she didn't have to do that. She waited a moment, as if someone else was going to turn up out of nowhere.

Then she blushed, and followed suite, feeling the air suddenly wash against her tits. Ok, it was more comfortable to sit without her arms up, but that didn't mean it wasn't embarassing.

Sarah looked between the two of them. Succumbing to peer pressure she too lowered her arms, trying to relax in the company of the two other nude women.

Rose glanced at her, then blinked. Yet another weird sight; Sarah Jane's tits, young and rounded and smooth and-

Sarah shifted awkwardly, squeaking.

"Can-can you not, uh-" she said, flushing.

"S-Sorry!" Rose said. She swiftly looked away.

Damn it, now she was going to think she was a creep. Rose bit her lip.

"Anyway," Rose said quickly, eager to change the subject from their shared exposure. "Plans. Do we have one? If you know what brought us here, does that mean you know why?"

"Only speculation," Romana said. "Though I would suggest we head for the Tomb of Rassilon. It's likely where whoever brought us here is; and even if they're not, there's technology there. And, if memory serves, things we can use as clothing."

"I'm down with clothing," Rose said. "How far is it?"

"I expect quite a walk," Romana said. "I don't know the layout of the whole area."

Great. Rose bit her lip; Sarah just squeaked at the prospect. A long naked walk through the **** Zone. Though at least it was a plan.