In a dimly lit parking lot, a young woman stands, her sign reading "Need Money. Will Do Anything." A sleek, expensive car pulls up, the driver's window rolling down to reveal a man with a hungry gaze. "How much for a ride?" he asks, his voice low. She smiles, her teeth glinting in the faint light. "Depends on what kind of ride you're looking for," she purrs. He hands her a wad of cash, and she counts it, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. "Money talks," she says, opening the door. "Now let's see if you can walk the walk."