How much?" the teen hooker asks, leaning into the open car window, her breasts straining against her low-cut top. The man inside, his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses, counts out a thick stack of bills. "Enough," he says, his voice a low rumble. She bites her lip, her mind calculating the cost of her body. "And a sex tape," she adds, "I want it all on camera." He smirks, "Money talks, sweetheart. Let's make a deal.