In a grimy, dimly-lit studio, a young teen girl, barely legal, awaits her turn for a porn casting. The air is thick with desperation and the stench of cheap perfume. She's here for one reason: money. The casting director, a lecherous man with a thick wallet and thicker tongue, propositions her. "How much will it take for you to spread those pretty legs?" he asks, licking his lips. She swallows hard, her eyes flicking to the wad of cash on the table. "Five hundred," she blurts out, her voice shaking. He smirks, "Deal. Now, show me what I'm paying for."