In a dimly lit, cheap motel room, a teen whore awaits her next john, her body already primed for the transaction. She's been filming her encounters, each one more explicit than the last, building her "money talks" sex tape collection. The door creaks open, and in steps her latest client, his eyes already hungry for her young flesh. She smiles, her teeth glinting in the low light, as she begins to negotiate her price. "For that much," she says, tracing a finger down his chest, "you get everything."