In the heart of the city, a young whore prowls the streets, her eyes scanning for her next john. She spots a likely candidate on a bus, his eyes wandering over her nubile body. She approaches, a confident smile on her lips. "How much for a ride?" she purrs, her hand planting itself firmly on his thigh. He hesitates, but she's persistent, her fingers creeping up, her breath hot on his ear. "100 bucks," he finally relents. She grins, her hand moving to her pussy, her fingers sliding in and out, offering a preview of what's to come.