"Money for sex, that's the deal," she says, her eyes gleaming with a mix of desperation and desire. She's a teen whore, and she's not ashamed to admit it. The room is filled with men, their wallets open, their eyes hungry. She struts her stuff, showing off her young, firm body, making promises with her eyes and her tongue. The camera zooms in on the money changing hands, on her hands unzipping pants, on the explicit acts that follow. It's a raw, explicit scene, a study in the commodification of desire.