In a sleazy motel room, a teen whore sits on the edge of the bed, her legs spread, waiting. The john enters, counting out crisp bills. "You said a hundred for the full service?" he asks, his voice gruff. She nods, her eyes gleaming with greed and lust. He tosses the money on the bed, and she eagerly picks it up, stuffing it into her bra. She spreads her legs wider, her hand slipping into her panties, "Money talks, and I'm ready to listen." He smirks, unbuckling his belt, "Then let's talk business."