Bria the naive tourist...

"Well, touristy stuff could be fun," Bria admitted as she glanced at the camera, nervously adjusting her tiny dress. "I just moved here from Minnesota, and I could use the money, I guess."

After another minute of gentle persuasion, the men had coaxed the naive teen into the back of the van and onto the seat next to Tyrone. It was dark inside, and Bria's eyes only gradually adjusted so that she couldn't see anything well except for the red light from the camera in front of her.

"Okay, now Bria, you're a sweet and innocent midwestern girl, and Tyrone is a local boy that you completely fall in love with," explained one of the men in the front of the van as Tyrone put a hand on her leg. "So tonight is kind of like your date in LA, where Tyrone's gonna make you his girlfriend so that you're gonna leave Minnesota behind you forever."

"Okay," the blonde said, glancing over at her co-star. She could make out that he had dark hair and darker skin than her, and was wearing a sports jersey and sweat pants, and rubbing his crotch with one hand while he rubbed her leg near the hem of her dress with the other. "But is this what he's wearing?"

"At first," the director assured her before explaining, "Now what I need to make sure is that there's natural chemistry between the two of you, and that you can act well enough to convince me that Tyrone is a man you'd do anything for."

The teen glanced over as the stranger leaned toward her, apprehensive but determined to prove herself an actress.