"We have your Australian friend in another interrogation room, same problem," Donje says, gesturing at the passport.
"What sort of talent do you girls have?" Yunkre asks her.
"Well, Erin is an actress, although I don't know if she ever got a role," Kristen begins. Her eyes widen slightly: she can't tell these savages that she is European royalty! Who knows how she would be treated? "And, uh, I am too," she finishes unconvincingly.
Donje raises his eyebrows and motions to his colleagues. They grab Kristen and drag her into the room next door. Erin is standing there topless, looking apprehensive as another black man glowers at her.
"Are you an actress, girl?" Yunkre demands.
"Yes?" Erin answers tentatively, looking at her disshevled friend.
"Well, that is your solution then," Donje says soothingly. "A friend of mine is making a movie, and is in need of two white women. If you work for him and do well, then you don't have to go to jail. Sounds good?"
"Yes, it does," Erin replies hopefully, stars in her eyes. "Anyone I would know attached to the project?"
"Ah, I doubt it, it is a small production, 100% Lumumban," Donje says smiling. The men exchange and grin. One of them hands Erin a shirt who puts it on appreciatively.
Kristen silently bites her lip. That seemed too easy. Just what are they getting themselves into? Surely it must be better than an African prison?
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