"How much?" a jaded voice asks, as a young, barely legal teen, dressed in a too-short skirt and revealing top, stands nervously before a panel of leering men. "Fifty," she whispers, eyes downcast. A snort. "Sixty," she amends, desperation creeping into her voice. The men smirk, exchanging glances. "Price of pussy's gone up, honey," one sneers, "Hundred, and you better make it worth our while." Swallowing hard, she nods, leading them to a dimly lit room, where the sound of flesh slapping flesh and wet, sucking noises soon fill the air.