How about naked?

"It don't matter what you wear," one of the men said to Bria, towering over her so close he bumped her slightly. "You shouldn't be wearing nuthin at all." Seemingly making his point, Bria felt a hand under her short dress press firmly against her bare buttock, startling her, although she couldn't be sure whose hand it was.

"Oh, you want to see me naked!" she laughed nervously, dropping her hands from her chest to smooth her dress down and try to gently guide the hand away from her. "How about I start the way I am, and see how well I can keep your attention?" Her weak attempt at a joke fell flat as she overheard one of the men mutter something about "gonna get fucked".

Nonetheless, a red-faced Bria was led into a dreary meeting room with a variety of plastic chairs forming a circle and an old sofa against the wall. "Making Connections, Breaking Barriers" was scrawled on a whiteboard mounted on the wall. There were several other black men of various ages already waiting in the room, who sat up in their chairs as the busty blonde entered and waved. Her entourage also found seats, except for the man with the camera who set up in the corner to record the event.

"Uh, who are you?" one of the older fellows asked, looking her up and down as he rose to meet her. She gestured at the sash she wore across her chest that read "Miss Teen Minnesota".

"I'm Bria Jeurgen," the teen announced, regaining her composure only moments after being groped the way she so often had to at pageants. "I'm here to speak to your group, offer encouragement, that sort of thing. Are you the teacher?"

"I'm more like a facilitator for the group," he explained, shaking her offered hand and trying hard to keep his gaze on her face and not let it wander lower. "I'm Albert, and our group is about learning coping and social techniques to avoid the triggers that would send us back..."

"Uh huh, uh huh," the beauty nodded, her vacant blue eyes betraying that she wasn't really listening, cutting him off before he had the chance to explain that the group was composed of convicted sex offenders. "Thanks Albert, and I'm here to talk to you guys about how to make your dreams come true!" She was thrilled to see how intently the men were watching her, and she gestured for Albert to sit down. "Even if your dream is to get a little blonde girl naked, am I right?" She pointed out the fellow she had spoken to earlier, offering a little laugh at her own joke in an effort to reduce the nervous tension she could sense in the room.

A visibly shocked Albert didn't know what to say, and lowered himself into a chair while Bria put her hands on her hips and smiled. She figured they were intimidated by her, so she had to make them feel comfortable and lower herself to their level. "Hey, it's okay, that's honest communication and girls like that, but if it's okay with you guys I'm gonna keep my clothes on for now. Although it's kind of fun wearing only the sash, I don't want you guys just staring at my titties!" She grabbed her breasts and shook them for effect, finally eliciting a few gasps and laughs.

Bria smiled in victory, feeling she was finally connecting with her audience. "I like you guys, and I'm so flattered that you guys like me." She smiled at the man she talked to in the hallway. "What's your name, stud?"

"Keeyon."

"Keeyon, you want more than just seeing me naked, right?" she asked teasingly.

"I'd fuck you till you cried," he replied coldly, and several others murmured in agreement. "Till you'd be no use to white boys, have to take big black cocks."

Bria struggled to maintain a sunny smile, giving the impression that she agreed with the sentiment expressed. "Hey that's natural, to see a pretty white girl and wonder what it would be like to make her yours..." The blonde licked her lips nervously. "That's not the first time I've heard that, and I think about it too. But there's a whole world of pretty white girls out there waiting for you, for all of you!" Figuring that Keeyon was clearly a bit of a joker and satisfied that it was clear she was using his overtly sexual comments as a metaphor for all challenges that they may face, the teen walked around the room, laying hands across shoulders. "So don't hold back, go out and take what you want from the world without regret. How else are you going to get what's yours, what you deserve?"

Bria stood proudly in the center of the room, hands on hips, awaiting the inevitable applause and praise...