"How much?" the man asks, his eyes roaming over her young, firm body. "Fifteen," she replies, her voice steady despite the pounding of her heart. He counts out the bills, each one a step closer to her selling her body. She's a whore, she knows, but this is the life she's chosen. The camera rolls as she performs, her body moving with a mix of inexperience and eagerness, her moans echoing in the room as she rides the man for the money.