"How much for a kiss?" a stranger asks, his eyes gleaming with lust. The teen, clad in revealing attire, smirks, "Fifty. But for a hundred, I'll let you touch. Two hundred, and I'll let you touch and taste." She's a walking, talking price list, her body the commodity, and the city streets her marketplace. With each transaction, she grows bolder, her moans echoing through the busy alleys as she takes her clients' offerings, her own pleasure intertwined with the monetary gain.