"How much for a suck?" the john asks, circling like a vulture. The teens, barely legal, exchange nervous glances. They're new to this, their inexperience evident. "A hundred," one of them replies, her voice barely above a whisper. The bargaining begins, the camera capturing every degrading moment. They're cheap, eager to please, desperate for the cash. They'll do anything for a price, and the film rolls on, a seedy record of their descent into the world's oldest profession.