The room is dimly lit, the air thick with tension and the scent of cheap perfume. The teen perches on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed, trying to maintain a semblance of control. But her breath hitches as the man approaches, his eyes roving over her body like a physical touch. He leans in, his hand cupping her chin, tilting her head up. "How much?" he asks, his voice a low growl. She swallows, her voice barely a whisper, "A hundred for a handjob, two hundred for my mouth, five hundred for my pussy." His lips curl into a smirk, "I'll give you six hundred for all three." She hesitates, then nods, her decision made. The game of flesh and money is about to begin.