The dimly lit room is filled with the sound of crinkling bills and heavy breathing. The girl, barely more than a child, sits on the edge of the bed, her eyes downcast. She's new to this, her innocence still clinging to her like a faded dress. The john, a middle-aged man with a beer belly and a wedding ring, paces back and forth, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his ill-fitting suit. He's nervous, but the money in his pocket is a powerful motivator. He reaches out, his hand trembling slightly, and touches her cheek. She flinches but doesn't pull away. He leans in, his breath reeking of stale beer, and kisses her. She opens her mouth, letting him in, and the transaction begins.