They meet someone new

The only thing Clara was glad of was that Leela was happy to lead the way. Baring her ass to this downright strange (not to mention unappreciative) woman would never stop being embarrassing.

Leela meanwhile still lacked any shame about having her toned ass exposed. She kept walking, keeping up a pace that Clara had to hurry to match, not helped by her awkward shuffling walk.

It was hard to move full speed with her arms trying futilely to preserve what modesty they could; something not helped when Leela threw an arm back to stop her. Somehow when Leela did that she always seemed to grab one of Clara's boobs; Clara squeaked, jumping back.

"Do you hear that?" Leela said, voice low.

"What?" Clara said.

There was nothing; still, Leela stood stiff.

"Footsteps. Wait, you are safe," Leela said.

And in seconds Leela had gone. Clara stumbled, turning on the spot. Ok, the land was a little uneven, a few dips, a few hills, but how the hell had Leela vanished so quickly?!

Clara squeaked, naked body turning on the spot.

Ok, was it better to be nude and alone in the middle of nowhere, or nude but with company in the middle of nowhere? She flushed nervously, before-

"Hello there!" a woman's voice carried. Clara turned, to see yet another woman approaching over the land.

And, as she should have expected, the stranger was stark naked. Long dark hair, pale skin, and almost regal looking features. She neared, looking amused by Clara's frantic squeal and attempts to cover herself.

The woman meanwhile seemed to have no issue with striding along with her arms by her sides. She wasn't like Leela, far from a huntress, she just seemed unconcerned about the full-frontal view she was giving Clara.

"It is good to find someone else here," the woman said.

"Um, who are you?" Clara said.

"Romanadvoratrelundar," the woman said, before making an expression of distaste. "Or Romana."

"Clara," Clara said, flushing. "So, do you know..."

"I know the where, not the why," the woman said. "I-"

And then Leela burst almost from nowhere, having pressed herself down into a channel that didn't seem as though it could have hidden anyone.

Clara yelped, stumbling back and waving her arms for balance and flushing furiously as she exposed her tits. She quickly crossed her arms again, refocusing.

Leela had her hands around Romana's neck; in the absence of any weapon she'd made do, standing behind the woman (who, it had to be said, looked no more than mildly irritated) and whispering urgently into her ear.

"How do you know such things?" Leela said. "The only one who would know is the one who brought us here."

"Or one who happened to grow up on this planet," Romana said. "You're on Gallifrey. And if I was behind this, I would not walk through the **** Zone unprotected and unarmed."

Leela paused. Then, conceding, she slowly stepped back, her uncovered form no longer pressed against the woman.

"And you are?" Romana said.

"Leela," Leela said. "I will trust you, but only because there is little else to do in this place, and you seem a more useful travelling companion."

"Hey!" Clara said.

Romana glanced sideways, along with Leela both appraising the blushing, squirming Clara. She shifted her arms, glancing down to make sure she had her tiny amount of modesty, and still flushing because of it.

"She is rather strange," Romana said, as unconcerned about her own exposure as Leela.

"I am not the strange one here!" Clara said indignantly, still red.