The room is charged with the electric current of forbidden desire and cold calculation. The boy, a lanky brunette with a smirk that could sell ice to a polar bear, watches the girl undress, her body a symphony of curves and youthful exuberance. She's nervous, but her hunger for the cash in his hand is palpable. He takes his time, letting her squirm, before finally tucking the money into her eager hand. As she counts it, he steps closer, his hardness tenting his jeans. "Now," he growls, "let's make this worth my money."