"How much?" the jaded teen asks, her eyes darting between the eager customer and the crisp bills in his hand. "Fifty for a handjob, a hundred for a fuck," she decides, her voice as cold as her cunt. She's seen the worst of humanity, yet she persists, her body a commodity to be bought and sold. Today, she's filming her encounters, each thrust and moan a testament to the degrading, exhilarating dance of sex for money.