The dimly lit room hums with anticipation as the coeds, clad in lingerie that's more Teasing than Tempting, strut their stuff. They're not here for fun; they're here to sell their wares, their bodies. Each one has a price, a number that signifies their worth in this sordid exchange. The camera zooms in on their faces, capturing the mix of fear, excitement, and resignation in their eyes. The men, shrouded in darkness, toss out offers, haggling over the cost of virginity, the price of a ride, the fee for a facial. The room is filled with the sound of money changing hands, the rustle of bills, the quiet desperation of young women selling their bodies to pay their way through college.