"How much?" the john asks, eyes roaming over the teen's lithe body. "Fifteen," she replies, her voice steady despite the fear churning in her stomach. The room is dim, the air thick with an unspoken agreement. She unbuttons her shirt, letting it slide off her shoulders, revealing her small, perky breasts. He hands her the money, and she counts it, ensuring every note is accounted for before turning around, presenting her ass, ready to be used and abused for the price agreed.