"How much for a blowjob?" the man asks, his eyes scanning the teen's body. She bites her lip, considering the crisp bills in his hand. "Five hundred," she counters, her voice steady despite her racing heart. He agrees, leading her to a nearby alley. She kneels, taking his hardening cock into her mouth, her inexperience evident in her tentative movements. He guides her, his hands in her hair, as she sucks, her spit and his pre-cum mixing. He pulls her up, pushing her against the wall, and fucks her from behind, her cries drowned out by the city's hum. When they finish, he hands her the money, and she's left to wonder if she's just sold her soul or bought her freedom.