A young woman, her back against the wall, quite literally, as she kneels on the cold, hard floor, her eyes darting between the towering figure of her potential savior and the eviction notice crumpled beside her. Her body, a landscape of youthful vitality and desperate need, is the currency she's forced to trade. The man, older, experienced, circles her like a predator, his gaze a physical touch, tracing the lines of her body, pausing on her heaving breasts, her thighs pressed tightly together. He offers her a deal, his voice a low rumble, his eyes never leaving her face, a silent promise of the transaction to come.