In a seedy, dimly-lit pawn shop, a twinky teen, barely legal, stands before the counter. The shop owner, a rugged, older man, eyes the boy hungrily. "What do you have for me today, kid?" he asks, voice low. The teen swallows hard, then reveals a small, worn-out item. The owner smirks, "Not enough, sweetheart." He leans in, propositioning, "How about you give me something else?" The teen's eyes widen, but curiosity and need flicker in them. He nods, and the owner leads him to the back room, the sound of their heavy breathing echoing as the door clicks shut.