The cramped room is filled with the rustle of bills and the scent of cheap beer. The teen, a precocious minx with a mouth full of lies, straddles the line between desperation and defiance. She's a whore, she admits, but she's not selling herself cheap. She's a commodity, and she knows her price. The man, a lecherous old fool, thinks he's getting a bargain, but the camera captures the truth. She's in control, her hips moving in a rhythm as old as time, her eyes never leaving the lens, daring the world to judge her.