Clara didn't know if it was a good thing that she wasn't even surprised when a red headed woman dressed in a white latex nurse outfit appeared at their door a few minutes later, with a surprisingly tall pile of leather in her hands.

"Please...let us know if you need any other items, sir," The woman set the pile on the bed and did the smallest of bows towards the Doctor. "And ma'am," she added, turning towards Clara. "We also have various flavors and substance based lubricant to accompany your experience."

"Ah. Yes." The Doctor was smiling but it was one of those fake smiles Clara knew all too well. "We will be sure to let you know. Now…" He made a shoo motion, which for some reason, made the redhead blush before scampering off. "Enjoy your stay!" She seemed to have squealed as she left.

Despite herself, Clara couldn't help giggling a little at the redhead's obvious interest in the Doctor. "Who on Earth do they think you are?" she asked, as she looked at the door from which the other female left absentmindedly.

"No idea," the Doctor replied. Clara turned towards his voice to see him taking from the pile on the bed and lying them out in sets. She approached the bed as visually calm as she could, seeing the vague glitter of buckles on some of the pieces.

"But who cares really." He continued to lie out pieces of clothing as he spoke. "So long as their admiration keeps them out of my way." It appeared that there were three outfits for s supposed female and three for a supposed male. Weird even number, Clara couldn't help thinking until she realized -

"Wait. They match."

This time, the Doctor looked up from his task of arranging. "Well, yes. I didn't want to pick something that didn't flatter whatever you wore. That wouldn't make much sense. Honestly," And suddenly he had strided to be right in front of her and she felt the back of his hand on her forehead. "Is the heat getting to you? You are saying really obvious things."

Clara batted away the hand and rolled her eyes. "I'm fine." She quickly stepped around him and towards the bed. Reaching out, she ran her fingers over the items he had laid out. They all looked absurd in one way or the other.

There was a set that looked like just a lot of straps of red leather sewn together. She took the bra of the bed and stared at it. It had the form of a bra but instead of fabric, there was strips of red leather with gaps between them. Next to it was a pair of red gloves, a red collar, a pair of red underwear and a skirt that was really just a waistband with strips of leather hanging from it.

"This is a no." She said simply.

She paused, waiting for a retort from the Doctor but he was curiously silent. Taking it as a blessing, she looked at the next outfit.

This one was...more doable. Not that she would directly say so out loud. A simple dark red almost black corset with straps, with strange leather ruffling around the cleavage area, the shortest of flared skirts, underwear, a collar and garter tights.

The last was a full on catsuit of sorts. While the other outfits had been more muted reds, this one was bright, almost to the point of visual discomfort. There was a zipper in the front that Clara noticed went all the way down to the crotch and back up to the mid back. There was also what look like a leather body chain that did sort of what the Doctor mentioned on the phone, creating a Y across her front.

Still not speaking, she walked over to the other side of the bed, where the Doctor's clothes laid. Her stomach felt tight at the thought of having to pick one of them to wear and she wanted a proper distraction.

"Why are you going over there?" He asked. She could hear him shuffle closer to her.

"Just looking," She replied, in a soft, supposedly harmless air.

The outfit meant to match the strange strappy bra and skirt for Clara was even worse for the Doctor. It was simply a tangle of straps in a pile and a red speedo next to it. She gulped and blinked before moving on.

She assumed this was meant to pair with the corset. It was the same color red but a pair of leather pants, what looked like a collared short sleeve button up made out of leather and the smallest of vests. There was underwear and a cop hat near it that made Clara laugh before she could stop herself. She picked the hat off of the bed and placed it on her own head before looking at the last outfit.

It was another bright red bodysuit with that same zipper alignment. Instead of Clara's Y leather body chain, there was one that seem to just be focused on shoulders.

"You can't have the hat - it's mine!" The Doctor whined, now next to her as she looked up from the bed. He made no move to take it off of her head, instead just glaring at it as she wore it.

"I don't know - I quite like it. Plus, it may ruin your hair," Her voice remained strictly conversational, as if they were discussing anything but which leather bondage outfit to pick.

"Yes but I'll look stupid without the hat - "

"You'll look stupid with the hat - "

"Just - give it to me!" He pulled it off her head and put it on his own before grinning at her. "See. Look at me, I hate all people of authority and like pet play. Look at me." He raised his hands to his face and wiggled his fingers.

Clara fought a smile at his pose. With his old long coat, the hat looked utterly out of place but his joking somehow eased the knot in her stomach.

The Doctor stopped wiggling his fingers and stepped over to the side of the bed with Clara's options. "Which do you pick?" He asked, nodding at the bed.

She sighed. "I mean...the corset will have to work. I'm not wearing just straps and I'm also not wearing a suit that can easily be opened...from the bottom" She mumbled the last part, and tried to will herself not to blush. "Plus, I like the hat."

"On me?" The Doctor asked and Clara looked up to see that he seemed to be genuinely asking. He had the look on his face of an eager school boy and she couldn't help wondering if this whole thing was just a ruse to get her opinion on leather.

"Well more on me but you don't look horrible." In reality, she thought it brought out the color of his eyes but had no wish to encourage him into further expanding this wardrobe. Plus it seemed like something River should be there to say; not her.

"I told you I always look good in leather!"

AN: Rusty rusty rustyyyyy