An interview in a towel

They didn't have to wait long before the sounds of the shower faded away, and a few seconds later, a damp and towel-clad Bianca exited the bathroom. The Filipina didn't initially notice them, and padded across the room, squeezing water out of her dark hair.

"How was your shower, Bianca?"

The teenager spun around and almost lost her footing. In the process of regaining her balance, her towel slipped through her fingers and fell to the floor.

"Ah!"

Squealing, Bianca slammed her arms across her body and sprinted back into the bathroom.

"Get out!" she squealed from behind the locked door.

"We didn't mean to scare you, Bianca!" the host laughed. "We just wanted to get to know you."

"I said I'd speak to you later, not when I'm fucking naked!"

"It's going to be a busy weekend, we may not have time later. And if you put this towel back on, you won't be naked."

Bianca fell silent as she weighed up her options, and a few seconds later, the door cracked open, and one small hand appeared. The host handed over Bianca's towel, and the hand was withdrawn.

The towel-clad girl stepped out, trying to pat her damp and tousled hair into a more presentable shape, and brushing any water droplets off her skin. She also readjusted her towel to better hide her cleavage.

The Filipina sat down on the couch and tried her best to answer the questions, as they discussed her career, her childhood and her aims for the season. The pink hue never faded from her cheeks, and Bianca constantly fidgeted and re-arranged her towel. She kept her thighs pressed together, and unsuccessfully attempted to tug the towel further down her legs. Her bare feet twitched against the cool floor, and the teenager rubbed her sides and shivered, her damp towel doing little to keep her warm.

When he'd decided that he'd tortured the poor girl enough, the host patted her bare legs, and stood up.

"Thank you so much, Bianca," he smiled at the shivering girl. "We'll leave you to warm up now, but I'm sure we'll be catching up later."

Bianca smiled weakly as they departed, but just before the door closed, they heard the girl wail, and start crying.

"We'll speak to Bianca later, once she's had a chance to put some clothes on, but for now, let's go and see how the team are preparing as we approach qualifying..."