"What 'one thing'?" Bria asked suspiciously, moving away a little.
"Ah it seems a little silly, but... My boss is a germaphobe, see? And, well, he'd want you to get some tests done first."
Bria eyed him from a safe distance as she asked, "Tests?"
"Yeah. You know, swabs and stuff so he can make sure you won't pass something to him." He chuckled. "Those rich celebrities can be weird like that."
"Rich celebrity?" Bria drew closer.
The beefy black man nodded, black glasses hiding the calculating look in his eyes as well as their constant ogling of her big breasts, so nearly exposed in her revealing dress.
"Rich, famous, and looking to make a video with the most beautiful blonde white girl I can find. Question is, is that you?"
Bria straightened, jutted out her chest and smiled her contest (singular) winning smile.
"Of course that's me!"
"Well then we'll need to do some tests. Blood, cheek swab and urine sample."
Bria's pose deflated a little
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