The studio is a den of iniquity, the air heavy with the scent of greed and hormones. A teen, her eyes wide with anxiety but determination, stands before the camera, her body barely contained in her skimpy underwear. The director, a sleazy figure in the shadows, counts out the cash, each note a whisper of promise. She's never done this before, but the allure of easy money is too strong. She's about to sell her virginity, one crisp note at a time.