They are recruited as spies

The man pushes Debbie through the door into Brooke's room. She sits up in bed, disoriented.

"Whu-what's going on?" He throws Debbie onto the bed next to the South African.

"Be silent!" he says. "Listen, if you value your lives you will help us. A rebel **** is planning to overthrow the government and we have need of two white women. You are the best on offer. We will make contact with you tonight in the **** market in the Old Quarter of town. Dress like slutty foreigners... shouldn't be too hard for the two of you. A man will approach you and compliment you sexually. He may have some other men with him. Go with them. They will give you your further orders. Do you understand?"

"Uh huh," they say, nodding their heads, staring at the pistol in his hand.

"I don't like white women and I don't trust beauty queens, are you are both," he continues. "If you try to flee, or fail to follow orders exactly and enthusiastically, you will regret it for whatever little life you still have. You will learn that the **** trade is not dead, just underground."

The girls nod their agreement, and the man leaves. They sigh with relief, and hug each other.

"Well, if it's the government we can trust them," Brooke sighs.

Debbie blinks. "I thought he was with the rebels." The girls look at each other. "Are we helping to overthrow the government or save it?"

"Neither," Brooke smirks. "We're looking for compliments. Let's go shopping."