"How much?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "$500," he replies, holding up the bills. She hesitates, her eyes scanning the crowded street, but desperation wins out. She takes the money, her small hand disappearing into his larger one. He leads her to a secluded alley, the sounds of the city muffled, replaced by the rustle of her clothes and the zip of his pants. Her body, soft and untested, quivers as he positions her, her breath hitching as she feels the first touch of his hardness. The camera captures it all, her first time, her price, her choice.