Halle Berry and Natalie Desselle are a toothsome twosome with dual dreams: They want to marry rich and open the world's first combination hair salon/soul food restaurant. There's only one problem, and it's that there are no eligible bachelors in Decatur with bank accounts hefty enough to get their chests heaving. Their only option is leaving, and that's just what these beautiful Black American Princesses—you can call 'em B*A*P*S (1997) for short—do. They head to California to audition to be dancers for a rapper, but once they're there fate turns weird—the chauffeur of sickly richie Martin Landau approaches them with a business proposition. Martin once had a thing with his mocha chocolata maid; Halle looks a hell of a lot like her, and the chauffeur wants to pay her to pose as the hot chocolate help's grandkid. But is Halle being had? This might turn bad. Meanwhile, Martin's servant Ian Richardson gives our boisterous, booty-ful B*A*P*S the Pygmalion treatment.