In a dimly lit room, a young girl awaits her fate, draped in a thin robe, her body trembling with anticipation and a hint of fear. The casting director, a lecherous old man, circles her like a vulture, his eyes gleaming with lust. "How much for your cherry, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice thick with desire. She swallows hard, her eyes flicking to the pile of cash on the table. "Five thousand," she whispers, her voice barely audible. He laughs, a cruel sound that makes her flinch. "We'll negotiate," he says, his hand reaching out to cup her breast. The room fills with the sound of her whimpers and his grunts as he fucks her for free, the money forgotten.