Blushing and naive, the young girl squirms under the stranger's scrutinizing gaze. "Twenty-eight dollars for this?" he scoffs, holding up the crumpled bills. She nods, her eyes cast downwards, too shy to meet his gaze. He sniffs the air, "You're wet already, aren't you?" She blushes deeper, confirming his suspicions. Her innocence is a stark contrast to the sordid transaction, her soft "Please"s and "Thank you"s clashing with his crude demands. Yet, she's there, ready to sell her body for the price of a used car, her inexperience palpable in every hesitant move.