In the grimy backseat of a stranger's car, a young whore spreads her legs, the scent of cheap perfume and desperation filling the air. She's no virgin, but there's a freshness, a eagerness in her movements that betrays her youth. The crumpled bills on the dashboard are her goal, her motivation. She moans, she grinds, she sells her body, bit by bit, until the last thrust, the last dollar spent.