"How much?" the john asks, his eyes scanning her young body. She names her price, and he counts out the bills, each one a step closer to paying the rent. She's a whore, and she knows it, but there's a fire in her eyes, a defiance. She's not just some cheap fuck; she's a businesswoman, selling her body, her pleasure, her humiliation. She takes the money, and she gives him what he paid for, her body writhing, her moans echoing, each thrust a step closer to paying the bills.