Under the dim glow of the streetlights, a young hooker, her eyes hard and calculating, haggles with a potential client. "How much?" she asks, her voice a sultry purr. "Five hundred," he responds, "and you let me film us." She considers, then nods, her mind calculating the extra cash she'll make. They retire to a nearby motel, the girl stripping slowly, teasingly, as he sets up the camera. Her body is taut, her skin smooth, her breasts perky. She rides him hard, her hips grinding, her moans echoing in the room as the camera records every thrust, every gasp, every bead of sweat.