In the grimy back alley, B. Pickups' prowler spots two naive teens, ripe for the plucking. Dragged into a seedy van, the girls are stripped and bound, their eyes wide with fear. The driver, a towering figure with a menacing grin, introduces them to the world of BDSM. He runs a gloved hand over their quivering bodies, pinching nipples and slapping thighs, leaving red welts on their pristine skin. The teens whimper, but the driver's only response is a chuckle, "You're our little slaves now."