In a dimly lit room, a fresh-faced teen sits on the edge of a rumpled bed, her legs crossed, a telltale bulge of cash in her pocket. A man, older, rough around the edges, enters. The air is thick with anticipation and the faint scent of stale cigarettes. She's a virgin, her body unmarked, her innocence palpable. He hands her the money, and she takes it, her fingers lingering on his hand. She unzips her hoodie, her young, firm breasts spilling out. He watches, hungry, as she spreads her legs, ready to sell her body for the cash in her hand.