The dimly lit casting room hums with an undercurrent of anticipation and sleaze. Blanche, a fresh-faced Czech teen, sits nervously on the edge of the couch, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her short skirt. The agent, a middle-aged man with a predatory gleam in his eye, watches her from his seat behind the desk. "You're here because you want to make some easy money, right?" he asks, his voice like velvet and gravel. Blanche nods, her eyes darting to the wad of cash on the desk. The agent smiles, a slow, sinister curve of his lips. "And you're willing to do whatever it takes to earn it, aren't you?" he continues, standing up, his hand going to his belt. Blanche swallows hard, her heart pounding in her chest as she realizes the true nature of the audition.