In the heart of the city, a barely legal harlot, clad only in a thong, barters her body for cold hard cash. "How much?" she purrs, eyeing a suited businessman. He smirks, "Enough for you to moan my name while I pound that tight cunt of yours." She agrees, and they disappear into a nearby parking garage. Minutes later, her screams of ecstasy echo off the concrete walls as he fucks her hard against his luxury car, her legs wrapped around him, her body glistening with sweat and juices, a small fortune in crumpled bills scattered at their feet.