"How much?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper, yet laced with a hunger that belies her innocent appearance. She's a teen, but in this moment, she's a whore, a seductress, a master of the game she's playing. The camera zooms in, capturing the beads of sweat on her upper lip, the way her tongue flicks out to wet them, the way her eyes dilate as she waits for the answer. She's not just selling sex; she's selling a fantasy, and the price is right.