"Fifty for a handjob," one whispers, the other counters, "A hundred for a blowjob, two for fucking." The camera zooms in as their young hands explore each other, learning curves and crevices. Their first time on camera is a blur of stolen kisses and whispered prices, their innocence fading with each crumpled note. The room echoes with their moans and the snap of cash, a symphony of youth and desperation.