"How much?" the john asks, his eyes roaming over the young girl's barely clad form. She bites her lip, hesitating for a moment before naming her price. He smirks, pulling out a wad of cash. "Done," he says, grabbing her wrist and pulling her into the alley. The girl, a fresh-faced teen with a body made for sin, knows the drill. She's been on the streets long enough, but this time, it's different. This time, she's selling herself, her body, her virginity. And as the john slams into her, making her cry out in pain and pleasure, she realizes that the money is good, but the price is her innocence.