Bria's presentation

"You sure you're in the right place, sweetheart?" one of the black men asked her skeptically, looking her up and down and particularly at her sleeveless and low-cut light-fabric summer dress.

"Of course, silly!" Bria replied with a laugh and a playful punch on his arm. "I know I'm a celebrity and all, but I'm a beauty queen to represent everybody!" The busty blonde cast a glance over her shoulder and offered a smile and a wave to Jerry, who was still watching her from the van. "That's just my overprotective stepdad," she explained, before leaning forward to whisper conspiratorially (giving the men a fine view down her cleavage). "To be honest, I don't think he likes me being around black men, like he doesn't trust me or something..."

"But I need your help if I'm going to win at nationals," the teen continued, "because I'm too white, and the panel are going to look at my blonde hair and my blue eyes, and figure, oh this girl from Minnesota won't appeal to ethnics. So what I need is some quality time with blacks to show that they really like me, that I excite them." She gestured at a video camera that she had with her. "And I'm hoping to get some footage to prove it."

"So you want to make a movie about how excited you can get a black man?" one of the others asked, and incredibly the blonde nodded. "How about you give me that camera? Because we can definitely help you; we got a group you can make your presentation to."

"Hey that's great!" Bria said as she followed the men into the center, glancing one last time at Jerry. "Hopefully I won't be perceived as so white and dull, and show what happens when I get a little black!" The men smiled and nodded back at her, and she was so happy how helpful they were being. One of the other men took her garment bag off of her, opened it and peered inside. "Oh, that's just some other outfits," Bria explained before bringing her hand to her chest and adding, "Is what I'm wearing going to be okay for my presentation, or should I wear something else?"