"You're in deep, sweetheart," the loan agent growls, his eyes scanning the desperate young woman before him. "But I might be able to help you out." His voice drips with innuendo as he leans back in his chair, his gaze never leaving her nervous, biting lip. The room buzzes with the silent exchange of power, as she understands the true cost of his assistance. With a deep breath, she begins to unbutton her blouse, her fingers trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation, ready to audition for the loan she so desperately needs.