The Doctor led Clara and Jenny down a flight of stairs deeper into the Wet clam. The two humans looked around them curiously at the patrons using the tavern. Though both girls had become used to being in the company of aliens, the sheer number packed into the space and the wide variety of the species was something new. There were other humans in the club. Quite a number in fact, but many were just as outlandish in their clothing and appearance as the aliens.

"I thought I'd seen some rough pubs down in the docklands." Jenny whispered to Clara. "But them foreign sailors and dockworkers were regular pussycats compared to this lot."

"You should try going down the docklands in my century." Clara whispered back. "The docklands is full of yuppies in my time. I think I prefer this lot."

The next floor down was similar to the first, though perhaps a little darker and smokier. The Doctor pressed ahead, seemingly at ease in this den of thieves and criminals despite her new body. Cara and Jenny hurried after her, the long pink coat proving it's worth as the Doctor was very hard to miss even though she was shorter and thinner than most of the clientele of the tavern. She danced around a barmaid carrying a tray full of glass mugs brimming with dark reddish drink and after the woman had passed produced a full mug from beneath her coat which she had deftly stolen in passing.

"Oh they'll never miss it." She said defensively when Clara and Jenny gave her disapproving looks. "I'll leave a tip on the way out."

The Doctor sniffed the drink experimentally, smiled, and then took a big swig. After downing about a third of the mug she came up for air and shivered with a grimace.

"Admiral's old antisocial, that will put hairs on your chest." She announced cheerfully to her companions. "Bit stronger than I remember though. A few of these would put even a Timelady on her back. I didn't know they sold this anywhere apart from on Dellah prime. One of the advantages of having a station full of pirates and smugglers I suppose."

"I really don't think hair would suit that chest." Clara observed. "And if you end up on your back in this place there's no telling what might happen."

The Doctor opened her mouth to make a retort. Whatever her comeback was going to be was lost as something landed in her beermug. The thick foam splashed up, a large dollop landing on the Doctor's nose. She went crosseyed for a moment staring at the tip of her nose. Floating in her beer was a small ball. The Doctor gingerly plucked the ball from her drink and looked at the offending object in surprise and then peered about her for the source of it's unexpected appearance.

Like the floor they had just descended from there was a stage area. On this stage there was a pretty insectoid female performing an act. As the Doctor and her companions watched, the insect girl lay on the floor and spread her legs wide, giving the audience a clear view of her smoothly hairless vagina. There was an audible pop and the insect girl's pussy lips winked open and another small ball fired from the insectoid's nether regions and whizzed above the Doctor's head to make a splashdown in the glass of an alien seated at a table some feet behind her.

"Well that's unexpected." The Doctor declared. "Remarkable understanding of ballistics and internal muscle control though. If I was wearing a hat I'd take it off right now, unless it was a fez of course. I wonder if I could learn that trick, could come in handy to get out of a bit of trouble one day."

"I don't think laying on your back and spreading your legs is a way out of trouble Doctor ma'am." Jenny advised. "Quite the reverse in fact. That's how most girl's get themselves into trouble."

"You never know what might come in handy one day." The Doctor said cryptically. "Wouldn't do any harm to practice later."

"You're not going to drink that beer now are you?" Clara asked, pulling a face. "We all know exactly where that little ball has been."

"Right. Suddenly less thirsty." The Doctor admitted.

The Doctor turned to deposit the beermug on the nearest table. In the gloom of the room however, she spilt the drink. The foamy beer splashed over the table and onto the occupants seated around it. All three stood up immediately with angry shouts as they turned their attention towards the Doctor who stood guiltily holding the now empty mug. A large claw pointed accusingly at the Doctor.

"You careless Human. I'll skin you alive and wear you." The big Slitheen attached to the claw roared. "You could have burned me with that foul liquid."

"A total accident." The Doctor protested. "Besides, you'd never fit in my skin. No compression field is that good."

"And now you call me fat?" The Slitheen wailed. "Prepare for the hunt Human."

"Stop calling me Human, you big green thing you." The Doctor snapped back, putting her small fist on her hips and glaring at the Slitheen. "Nothing against Human's, love them to bits in fact. But I'm not."

Jenny stepped forward, her hand on the hilt of the samurai sword strapped on her back. Her eyes had narrowed and all her instincts as an accomplished fighter had instantly risen. She quickly assessed, both the Slitheen who was doing all the talking and his two associates who flanked him.

"Now we ain't looking for no trouble. So just sit yourself down and we'll apologise and be on our way and nobody has to get hurt." Jenny said, in a remarkably calm voice.