Things get better! But...

Yaz crossed her arms, cheeks burning and trying desperately to not meet anyone's gaze. She stared at the back of the head of the person in front of her, far too aware of how she must look marching in line.

She nervously glanced down, only to immediately regret it and look straight ahead again. Her dress was still utterly see-through, as though it wasn't even there. If not for a faint distortion along the edges, the high neckline and low skirt, she would have thought it had vanished.

Her hands shifted, vainly trying to hide her tits, well aware of the stark constrast between her exposed dark skin, and the greyish rags of those she walked with. Yaz bit her lip, step by step moving on.

"Doctor..." she murmured to herself.

Any time for a rescue. Any time.

She made herself look around the village, whimpering as she took in how many people could see her. The Doctor had to still be out there, right? If anyone could free her and everyone from the Vardans, make this dress stop responding to her panicked embarrassment...

But each step she took, the harder it was to focus on anything else. God, how must she look? All-but non-existent panties, a tiny scrap of fabric that left her ass exposed from every angle, and barely anything on the front. She squirmed, still walking.

And then she stumbled. Someone yelled.

Yaz looked up, to see the green-clad Vardans that were escorting her and the others suddenly cry out in pain. She hesitated; those around her did too.

Please, please...

A handful dissolved into sparkles of light. They didn't seem seriously hurt, judging by how they'd arrived that was something they could normally do, but the pillars of energy swiftly fled. One by one they started to dissipate.

Unsurprisingly, the Doctor strode into view. She held what looked like a creation composed of bits of junk in one hand, and pressed her sonic screwdriver against it with the other.

"Disruption field!" the Doctor said. She sounded halfway between pleased with herself and firm. "I've met you before, Vardans. Energy-based life-forms, if I can disrupt those transmissions..."

Only one remained. He slowly moved, gritting his teeth as he glowered at the Doctor.

"You can't stay here," the Doctor said. "Not without protection, and there's no tech here advanced enough to hold you. You should go. Now."

He looked around. Yasmin watched, nervously.

Then suddenly glanced down, her peripheral vision changing. Her dress! Being distracted by the Doctor's rescue, even if just for a moment, had stopped her from dwelling quite so much on her nudity.

She breathed a sigh of relief. Ok, it was tinged green now, but at least she wasn't as exposed.

And... ok, it seemed to be staying that way. Yaz turned her attention back to the last of the Vardans.

He took one slow, pained step forward, glaring at the Doctor. Then with surprising ease dissolved into flickers in the air, the vague outline of a shape composed by sparks of energy.

Instead of fleeing, it dove for Yaz; Yaz took a panicked step back but the Vardan was faster, and-

And nothing. Yaz blinked, straightening. Where had-

"Oh no, no," the Doctor said. She rested a hand on her forehead, messing her head slightly. "No! I forgot, too many variables... Forgot you had that on."

"Doctor?" Yaz said.

"The dress, it's advanced technology," the Doctor said. "Lots of little transmissions, data packets, the perfect place for a Vardan to hide out, away from this. It's..."

The dress shifted. Yaz glanced down nervously; the neckline and hem seemed to be staying where it was, and thankfully it was still opaque, but it seemed to be... moving. Was it her imagination or was it rubbing against-

Her eyes widened as she felt some of the dress press against her skin. It was curling around her panties, just towards the sides, but enough for her to worry.

"Yaz," the Doctor said, meeting her eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, but you need to take that dress off."

"What?!" Yaz squeaked.

"The Vardan's inside it," the Doctor said. "I don't know what it's planning, but it's trapped there for now and it can't be trapped around you. It's dangerous, and it means you can't leave the range of this device. You need to take it off."

Yaz whimpered, meeting the Doctor's insistent gaze. Instinctively she could feel that, if the dress was clinging onto what could only charitably be called her panties, the only way she was going to be able to lose the dress would be if she lost them too.

Was there any way out of this that didn't involve exposing even more to this settlement?!