The hotel room's heavy curtains are drawn, the only light seeping from the crack beneath the door. A woman, hired for her expertise, sits on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed, her heels clicking impatiently. A man enters, his face obscured by the darkness. He hands her the money, his fingers brushing hers, sending a jolt of anticipation through her. She takes him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around his tip, her hands working in rhythm with her head. He grunts, his body tensing, the room filling with the sounds of their illicit encounter.