"How much?" the man asks, his eyes roaming over her petite frame. "Fifty," she replies, trying to sound confident. He chuckles, "For that price, I should get a show." She hesitates, then starts to strip, her cheeks flushing pink. He watches, his cock growing hard in his pants. She dances for him, her body moving sinuously, her small tits bouncing. He pulls out his wallet, counting the bills. "Fifty," he says, "but you'll have to do better than that." She nods, her eyes flicking to the money, then back to him. She's a whore now, and she'll do whatever it takes to get the cash.