In a seedy motel room, teens negotiate their worth, the scent of desperation and hormones thick in the air. "How much?" a jaded man asks, eyeing the girls. "Five hundred each," responds the ringleader, a confident brunette. She's first, stripping slowly, her body a map of inexperience and eagerness. The man inspects her, hands roaming, before whipping out cash. He tucks it into her G-string, a down payment on her virginity.