Time for the parade to start!

The moment was interrupted when a whistle blew in the distance, indicating that it was time to start the parade. Julius held himself tightly against Bria before reluctantly retreating and climbing up onto the float. "C'mon, let's get wavin," he sighed, taking her hand and pulling her up by the arm. Being an athlete, the beauty queen was able to clamber up without too much difficulty despite her formal clothes.

Bria looked around at the street scene below her before turning and offering Julius an apologetic smile. "I hope we didn't get off to a bad start," she said to him. "I remember that Muz guy, he always used to hassle me, about how much blonde girls sell for in Somalia, and how he could kidnap me and send me over there to white slavery anytime he wanted. But I'm not racist, I promise."

"So you'd fuck black men, then?" he asked.

The teen blushed at the forward question, but offered him a shy smile and nod. "I guess if he was the right guy..." she ventured, pausing just as a gust of wind came blowing down the street and lifting her lightweight gown up her shapely legs. The blonde girl yelped as she tried to calm the billowing fabric, and Julius laughed heartily as he enjoyed a view all the way up to her thong panties. "Did you see that?!"

"Hell, yeah, it's quite the show," the black man chuckled. "I guess you didn't know the wind was picking up today, huh?"

"I should probably get down and..." Bria started to look for a way down until the float lurched into motion, and groaned as she realized that she was now trapped up here.

What should Bria do? Hope for the best? Maybe Julius has an idea...