A young, eager teen steps into an empty van, her eyes scanning the interior, a smirk playing on her lips. She's got a plan, and it involves the driver, a rugged, tattooed man with a smoldering gaze. She hands him a wad of cash, her fingers brushing his, a spark igniting between them. He takes the money, but she's not interested in change; she's interested in something else. She leans in, her voice low, her breath hot on his ear. "I'll give you more," she purrs, "if you let me do something for you." The driver's eyes darken, and the teen's smirk widens, ready for the taboo game they're about to play out.