"How much?" the young whores ask, batting their eyelashes at the camera, their prices displayed on sticky notes stuck to their bare chests. They're eager, hungry even, for the crisp bills they'll earn in exchange for their bodies. The first girl, a petite blonde, goes for $50, her price tag crinkling as she bounces on a stranger's cock. The second, a curvier brunette, is $75, her price tag torn off as she's bent over and fucked from behind. They're not just selling sex, they're selling the thrill of knowing they're being watched, their moans echoing as they're pounded roughly, their bodies used and discarded like cheap toys.