In a seedy motel room, a young girl, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement, counts the money laid out before her. She's agreed to a Faustian bargain, her body for cash. The camera rolls, capturing her every move as she slowly, seductively, removes her clothes. Her small, perky breasts come into view, her nipples hardening in the cool air. She touches herself, her fingers tracing the curves of her body, dipping into her wetness, all for the camera, all for the money. She's a puppet, and the cash is the puppeteer, pulling her strings, making her dance.