"How much?" the john asks, his eyes roaming over the teen's lithe body. "Fifty," she replies, her voice steady despite her nerves. The deal is struck, and she's led to a seedy motel room. The transaction is quick and brutal, her virginity lost for a wad of bills. As she's used, she realizes the true cost of her choices, the emptiness left behind by the money that talks, and her pussy that walks.