"How much for your cherry?" the producer growls, his eyes gleaming with lust. The naive teen shifts uncomfortably, her gaze flicking between the wad of cash and the hungry look on his face. She's here to make rent, and she knows the game. She leans back, hiking up her skirt to reveal her bare, untouched pussy. The producer's eyes widen, and he snaps a photo, her hymen now a bargaining chip. They haggle over her price, his fingers probing her tightness, her breath hitching as she's reduced to a commodity, a fuckable teen for sale.