In a dimly lit, anonymous room, a young woman stands, her body language a mix of defiance and vulnerability. She's here because she needs the money, and she's made her peace with that. A stranger, a man she's never seen before and will never see again, hands her a thick roll of cash, his eyes scanning her body, appraising her like a piece of meat. She takes the money, her fingers brushing against his, and she feels a jolt of reality. She's a commodity now, a means to an end, and she's OK with that. For tonight, she's a whore, and she's OK with that.