As the sun sets, the streets fill with hungry johns, their wallets bulging with crisp bills. The teen whores, in their short skirts and tight tops, prowl the streets, their eyes scanning for the best offers. One girl, a petite blonde, spots a man in a business suit. She sidles up to him, her hips swaying seductively. "How much for a good time?" she purrs. The man's eyes rake over her body, lingering on her pert breasts. "Fifty," he says, pulling out the bills. The girl grins, taking the money. "Let's go," she says, leading him to a nearby motel.