The teen whore sits on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed, trying to maintain a semblance of modesty despite the revealing outfit she's clad in. Her eyes dart nervously to the door as the man enters, his gaze immediately drawn to her exposed flesh. He tosses a thick wad of cash onto the bed beside her, the crisp bills ruffling slightly in the stale air. She swallows hard, her heart pounding in her chest as she reaches out to take the money, her fingers brushing against his. In that moment, she feels a spark, a jolt of electricity that she can't quite understand. It's not love, no, but it's something. Something dark and forbidden and utterly intoxicating.