"How much for a taste, sweetheart?" the lecherous man asks, eyeing the teen's tight, young body. She swallows hard, her mind racing with the possibilities. "Five hundred," she negotiates, her voice barely above a whisper. He smirks, pulling out the bills. "Deal." She leads him to her room, a small, cluttered space filled with the remnants of her old life. She strips, her small, firm tits bouncing free, her pussy bare and glistening. He watches, his cock hardening, as she touches herself, her inexperience evident but her desire genuine. He steps closer, his hands reaching out to claim his purchase.