In a grimy motel room, a young woman, barely legal, sits nervously. The promise of easy money has lured her here, but doubt clouds her eyes. A man enters, his gaze predatory. He's not here for small talk. He offers her a wad of cash, more than she's ever seen. "How much?" she asks, her voice barely a whisper. He names his price, and she hesitates, her fingers toying with the hem of her shirt. But the allure of the money is strong. She caves, bartering her innocence for a stack of bills. The man smirks, knowing he's gotten a bargain.