In a bustling urban pawnshop, a curious twink wanders in, eyes scanning the eclectic wares. The shop's hunky proprietor, a beefy, hairy-chested man with a piercing gaze, notices the boy's lingering look. 'Something catch your eye, kid?' he asks, stepping closer. The twink blushes, 'I... I need money,' he stutters. The owner grins, 'I can help with that. But it'll cost you.' He pulls out a wad of cash, peeling off a few bills. 'What do you say, kid? Your ass for a few hundred?' The twink, tempted by the easy money, nods, and the owner leads him to the back, ready to claim his prize.