The pawnshop's bell jingles, announcing the arrival of two fresh-faced emo teens, their eyes darting nervously around the cluttered space. The owner, a predatory man with a thick wallet and an even thicker erection, propositions them with a lascivious grin. 'What'll it be, boys?' he asks, his eyes lingering on their tight jeans and skinny legs. They haggle, their voices barely above whispers, before agreeing to a price. He locks the door, the sound of their agreed-upon sum clinking onto the counter. They undress, their slim bodies shivering with anticipation and nerves, before they fall to their knees, eager to earn their cash the hard way.