"How much?" the young whores ask, eyes darting nervously. "Fifty, a hundred?" they haggle, their bodies already on display. The voyeur, hidden, watches as they touch themselves, each other, for the camera. "More, I want more," he demands, and they comply, their prices escalating with each taboo act. The room fills with the sound of their moans, the rustle of cash, the click of the camera, capturing their descent into the world of money-for-sex.