The streets are dark, but her desperation is brighter. She's young, her body a tool to be used, her soul a price to be paid. He offers her cash, she accepts, and they negotiate her worth. She's cheap, too cheap, but he doesn't care. He buys her, uses her, makes her scream for the money. She walks away with the cash, her body aching, her pride shattered, but her bank account full. She's a whore now, bought and paid for, and she knows it.