"How much?" she asks, her eyes scanning the crumpled bills in his hand. He smirks, "Depends on what you're worth." She bites her lip, her mind calculating the rent, the bills, the hunger gnawing at her insides. She unzips her hoodie, revealing her small, perky breasts, a silent offer. The room is filled with the sound of rustling notes and whispered negotiations as other teens around them do the same, their bodies a currency in this seedy underbelly of desperation and desire.