What's next?

Three's a crowd

Amy and Clara sat at opposite ends of the square-shaped room, talking through their experiences with the Doctor while averting their gaze from the other. Even though it was very cold, they had only just met and definitely didn’t feel comfortable sharing body heat.

Despite their promise, Clara couldn’t help sneaking the occasional glance at the naked ginger. The brunette was freezing, and while Amy looked cold, the temperature didn’t look like it was affecting her as much. Clara supposed this was to do with her Scottish roots and the fire in her blood that all redheads seemed to have. Clara clutched her stomach as it gave another huge rumble; it looked like hunger hadn’t possessed the naked Scot yet.

A loud crash made the two nude women jump. A black woman had landed heavily in their cell, her ethnicity vibrant against the white floor. She was wearing the same attire as Clara and Amy and wasn’t moving.

“Hello? Err…are you OK?” Clara called out to the prone figure.

Plucking up the courage, Clara shuffled over on her hands and knees, breasts swaying as she moved. While the black girl was ****, Clara was relieved to see that she was breathing. The brunette slapped her cheeks lightly, but she didn’t wake up.

“We’ll just have to wait for her to wake up,” Clara told Amy, who was watching with interest. Clara blushed and quickly held her breasts with one hand, realising that they were swinging free and on full display to her friend.

Clara contorted the sleeping girl’s body to try and preserve her modesty as best she could. The brunette pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her black arms loosely around them. It wasn’t much, but without anything to cover her, it was the best Clara could do.

Leaving the sleeping girl where she was, Clara shuffled back to her corner, wondering how many more of the Doctor’s companions would find their way here.