In a seedy motel room, the teen whore counts her earnings, each crumpled bill a testament to her degradation. She's just another body in this sordid marketplace, her price negotiated like a car's. "You want more?" she asks, fingering the cash, "It's gonna cost ya." The camera pans down, capturing her spread legs, the glistening evidence of her transaction. This is her life now, a never-ending cycle of flesh and finance.