Acting like an out-of-towner...

"Uh..." Bria stalled, self-consciously pulling the hem of her dress down and eyeing the camera suspiciously as she considered the proposal. She was already behind on the rent, and had pretty much already burned through her meagre savings, so she certainly could use the money. But she envisioned some fearsome-looking thug who'd as soon **** her as say hello lurking in wait... "Who's Tyrone?"

The back door of the van slid open and a well-groomed man with sandy brown hair smiled out at her. "We're looking for an actress, Bria," he said, seemingly perfectly harmless. The blonde allowed herself a visible sigh of relief as she took his hand and clambered into the back of the van with him.

Tyrone did most of the talking as they navigated through the streets of Los Angeles (distracting her from a more explicit conversation going on between Drake and Milo): he explained that they were filming a sort of promotional video (though not what they were promoting) in which they played a young southern couple visiting the city for the first time.

"How's mah suthin' accent?" Bria experimented, and Tyrone smiled graciously.

"Don't worry about the accent so much," he explained. "What we really like is your look, very wholesome but very sexy. Are you breasts real?"

"Yeah, but I was still kinda worried I wouldn't be taken seriously as an actress..." the teen admitted, gesturing at her ample cleavage. "Should I be dressed more conservatively?"

"I think this'll do," he reassured her, admiring the little gold cross that hung around her neck. "This is definitely a nice touch."

A few minutes later, they had arrived at their first shooting location and met a small crew which included some lighting and a couple of proper cameras. Bria wasn't familiar with the neighborhood, but it was definitely off the tourist strip, and maybe even more seedy than where Raoul lived.

"It's hard to get filming permits in alot of locations," Tyrone explained, which sounded plausible to her. She had her makeup touched up a little bit before they got their directions: the couple have wandered off the main drag looking for an "authentic LA experience". "Let's improvise and see how she does: Bria, we just need you to be agreeable, and go with the flow, got it?"

"Yes, sir!" Bria nodded eagerly, thrilled that she was finally in front of the cameras!

The cameras accost Tyrone and Bria, documentary-style, as the couple walk hand-in-hand along the sidewalk.

"This isn't a neighborhood for tourists..." a disembodied voice admonishes the fresh-faced youngsters.

"Ah thought the lights were a little dimmer," Tyrone observed with a subtle twang. "Ah'm Ty, and this here's mah high-school sweetheart, Brie."

"It's our first trip out west and we want to find an authentic LA experience!" Bria announced perkily if a bit artificially, offering Tyrone a sideways smile.

"The big city offers all manner of temptation," the somber voice stated. "Promising to satisfy any fantasy. What will happen tonight?"

Bria's blue eyes widened and she searched her mind for the appropriate responce to such an unusual suggestion. "We want to do some sightseeing, and definitely go shopping!" She smiled broadly at her impeccable improv, but her smile faltered as it elicited absolutely no reaction. She glanced over at her co-star, who seemed transfixed by the lights. "Ty... honey?" she ventured, trying to coax him out of what she assumed was some strange state of stage fright.

"Brie's a cheerleader back home," Ty announced, pulling the blonde closer. "Jumping up and down in a little skirt for big rough men who'd break her in half if they met her in the right circumstances, men who would have been killed a hundred years ago in our state for just looking at her."

"Wh...what?" The cameras caught a genuine glimpse of puzzlement as Bria's smile wavered and she glanced over at him.

"I want to see your little white body used and abused by big black men," Ty told her, and as he held her by the arms and planted a tender kiss on her lips, her blue eyes widened in shock at his declaration. As the chaste smooch ended, the cameras readied for her spontaneous reply...