Her lingerie

"Hey, how about this?" the man with her bag proposed, pulling out a tiny pink babydoll negligee made of a sheer silky fabric. "You wear this for presentations?"

"No," Bria insisted, red-faced as the men laughed and passed around her nightwear. "That's for special occasions. It's kind of see-through!"

"Well, you must have brought it with you for a reason," one of the older guys reasoned, stepping in place to speak to the blushing beauty face-to-face. "You brought it because you thought you might find a man to please, didn't you? Somebody different than the limp-dicked white boys at school... Someone older, someone less interested in talking about feelings and more interested in leaving you feeling like a woman..."

Bria found herself nodding in agreement in spite of herself. "Boys are so intimidated by me," she admitted. "They think I'm so unattainable, I just want somebody who knows what they want from me and isn't afraid to take it."

"You need some experience, and we can give that to you," he assured her. "Besides, it's not really much more revealing than the bikini you wear, strutting around stage and flaunting your body, now is it?"

"No, I suppose not," the teen agreed, taking hold of the delicate garment and looking around. "Where do you think I can change?"