In a seedy hotel room, a teen girl, desperate for funds, negotiates her price. "How much for a show?" a faceless voice asks. She hesitates, then names her price. "Done," the voice responds. She starts slow, teasingly, her inexperience evident yet alluring. She strips, touches herself, and performs for the camera, her body Language speaking volumes about her need and her naivety. The money stacks up, her price tag for innocence.