"How much?" the producer asks, licking his lips as the teen hesitates. "Five hundred," she replies, her eyes darting nervously around the room. "Done," he says, pulling out a wad of cash. She signs the contract, her hand trembling slightly. As she hands back the pen, he reaches out, running a thick finger along her arm. "You're gonna be a star, sweetheart," he says, his voice low and predatory. She forces a smile, trying to hide her nerves as she prepares to sell her body for the first time.