Well, exposing Rose is awfully fun...

Transitions were... strange in the Land of Fiction. One moment she was walking through what seemed like a castle hallway, the next and she was out in a familiar, endless white void. It seemed identical to the one Rose had come from, though according to Clara they were further in.

Rose still fidgeted, the feel of the collar around her neck that was embarrassing in itself also reminding her of how little she could feel over the rest of her body. Every inch of her, being led around stark naked.

Though it felt good to obey Clara. She couldn't exactly describe it, she just... liked doing what Clara said, even if what she said was sometimes...

"You know what, I can't not take advantage of this," Clara said suddenly, turning back around to face the nude Rose. "Show me your boobs again."

Cheeks flaming, Rose instinctively lowered the arm she had crossed over her chest. Nervously she rested her hand over the other, all the more embarrassed as she tried to cover her pussy. Though, as a voice in the back of her head persisted in reminding her, Clara had seen that too.

Still, a thrill did rush through her at the sensation of doing what Clara said. She squirmed, as much from pride as humiliation as Clara came to a complete stop to regard her, biting her lip.

It did figure that the woman the Doctor had sent to get her out was someone that was having far too much fun. Though maybe that was what the Land needed, given the genre she'd ended up in.

And, Rose reflected, she could hardly feel ****.

No matter how much her cheeks burned at having her tits bared and appraised appreciatively. Clara stopped short of touching, but she made no secret of taking in the sight.

"He was serious about that whole sub thing, huh," Clara said to herself.

"Y-yeah," Rose squeaked.

"Turn around," Clara said.

Still flushed red, Rose hurried to obey, feeling the same bliss of obedience. God, what was this place doing to her?

Not that she minded. At all. Doing as she was told, or at least doing what Clara told her, felt somehow satisfying. It just did nothing to stop the heat in her cheeks, feeling Clara's eyes on her ass as tangibly as if Clara had grabbed her.

"Ok, turn back around," Clara said after far too long.

Rose stumbled to obey. She looked pleadingly at Clara, not entirely sure whether she was asking for clothes or for more orders.

Clara, meanwhile, very reluctantly tore her gaze away from the nude blonde to look back at the scanner in her hand.

"According to this, the heart of this place isn't far," Clara said. "We could get you out and dressed nice and soon. Though have to say, I'm not entirely sure I'm in any hurry. How about you?"

"Wh-whatever you want," Rose said, blushing.