Melissa takes a shower with Brad

Not wanting to seem difficult on her first day, she agreed. "Um, okay, sure. Sounds fun!"

Minutes later, Melissa found herself standing fully clothed in the spacious glass shower, cameras rolling, including the one in his hands, her purse on the bathroom sink. Brad counted down, "3, 2, 1... action! What's up guys, we have Melissa here in the shower! Can you believe it guys?" He turned to Melissa who waved. "Okay, let's do trivia. If you answer a question wrong, I turn on the shower, okay?"

"Okay."

"What did General Tomlin say to Captain Hale in the hit 1999 war movie Hitler's ****?"

"I... don't know" Brad turned on the water and the girl squealed and shrunk into herself as the water targeted her specifically. At least mansion showers warm up almost instantly. Melissa watched water soak through her clothes. The top's fabric clung to her skin, turning very much translucent and making her effectively topless.

"Looking good, Melissa!" Brad laughed, zooming in for a close-up. Melissa **** a pretty smile when the camera was on her face. She tried to be a good sport and play along, "Hah, yeah, this is really funny!"

"Whoo! Alright, let's wash up! Hey, can you squirt, uh, soap on this towel?" He held a washcloth up to her and she helped him out, still smiling past her matted hair to the camera. He "washed" her by taking the washcloth to her crop top, midriff and skirt specifically, and showing the audience up close how he tackles different parts of her body.

He would bring the washrag over her soapy chest, then focus on each breast, his hand thoroughly squeezing through the fabric. "This is kind of awkward, not gonna lie," he said as Melissa continued straining a smile, "what if girls could just retract their boobs to make this easier for me?" Then he would focus on the unclothed parts of her torso and then her plump ass through her miniskirt, and finally her thighs. She knew he was absolutely capturing her pussy on camera but it was his content so she didn't want to interrupt the process.

After a couple minutes of what felt like him spending a bit too much time on her chest and ass (though Melissa also thought maybe he spent a normal amount time there and she's overthinking, which she needs to stop doing), Brad turned off the water. "That was crazy, dude!" he exclaimed. "But oh man, you're totally soaked. Here, let me help you out of those clothes."

Before Melissa could protest, Brad was peeling her top over her head. She instinctively crossed her arms over her chest as he knelt down to slide her skirt off her hips. "Here, let's get your sandals, too." In a matter of seconds, she was standing there completely naked, water droplets glistening on her bare skin.

"Don't worry, I'll just pop these in the wash and dryer for you," Brad said casually, bundling up her wet clothes. "Be right back!"

With that, he walked out, leaving Melissa standing there nude and bewildered. She had no idea where he was taking her clothes or how long it would be before she got them back. But she was too shy to object, so she just stood there, naked and shivering, waiting uncertainly for his return. The camera in front of the shower was still rolling and focused on her, and she was facing it. She tried to speak to the viewers, "So... yeah," she squinted in a nervous smile, as if trying to find the right words to say. With her arms over her chest, she realized she was looking too nervous, and hoped that by dropping her hands to her sides the moment would be less embarrassing for her.

"That was fun, I guess," she said with her hands tapping her sides. The camera surely wasn't differentiating the moisture emanating from between her legs and the shower water. She couldn't be more aware of her breasts being recorded, and decided the best way to look confident would be to bring them up. "Maybe my boobs aren't as clean as they would be if he washed them without-"

"Melissa, you're still in here?" Joan peeked her head into the bathroom. "Come on, let's finish the tour!"