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"W-wait!" Clara squeaked. "How- how about I cooperate? No need to, uh, rush ahead to any of that. You obviously have, uh, a lot of outfits to try. How about you do it while my face is still, uh, on?"

Oh god, she couldn't really be saying this. She blushed furiously, looking between the two androids. Then, cheerily, they re-attached their considerably safer plastic hands.

"Excellent!" the purple said. "I'm just dying to see how you look in jeans. You did pull off that early 21st century look you were in, with a few tweaks..."

Clara bit her lip as they expected her to lower her arms. Reluctantly she did so, hyperaware of just how much she was baring. Oh god, as if they hadn't gotten footage enough...

She lost count of how many things they made her wear. It felt like a solid five minutes they had her in nothing but jeans, mostly dark, needing to make a conscious effort to not cross her arms over her tits as they commented and complimented her ass. Which, admittedly, sure they had taste but it didn't mean she didn't want to get dressed!

And then apparently trying on shoes hadn't gone on long enough. Almost half an hour in nothing else, being asked to walk up and down the studio in nothing but sandals and a blush, arms behind her back. She whimpered, looking longingly at the racks of clothes.

It was something of a relief when they at last let her dress up again, though inevitably she'd be caught off-guard by the whirring of the defabricator, once more leaving her stark naked. She squeaked, and accepted whatever else the robots had for her to wear, still blushing furiously.

Sometime they'd let her keep her clothes on, right?

"So, uh, this is being filmed?" Clara said.

"Of course!" the blue robot said, patting Clara's ass encouragingly as her partner fixed a garter belt. "Streamed live to every home on planet Earth. You know, you're one of our most popular guests, almost-"

"D-don't tell me how many people!" Clara squeaked.

She flushed, trying not to think about what they were saying too hard. One slipped a dress down over her head, a neckline she'd never normally have gone with matching well with the obscenely short skirt. God, she wished they'd let her wear panties with this outfit.

"You, uh, censor it though? Right?" Clara squeaked.

"Why would we do a thing like that?" the blue robot said.

Clara whimpered, and then bit her lip as the defabricator activated again.