In a dimly lit room, a young girl sits nervously, her eyes darting between the camera and the wad of cash on the table. The casting director, a lecherous man, barters her body like a piece of meat, each act, each pose, has a price. She hesitates, but the allure of the money is too strong. She strips, she performs, she sells herself, all for the promise of a greasy envelope filled with cold, unyielding cash.