"How much for your time, sweet thing?" The whispered question, heavy with innuendo, hangs in the air. The teen, her eyes gleaming with desperation and a hint of defiance, names her price. The negotiations are swift, the exchange of money and power palpable. She leads the buyer to a shabby motel room, her heart pounding in her chest. The scent of cheap perfume and stale sex hangs heavy in the air. With a trembling hand, she unbuttons her shirt, revealing her small, firm breasts. The buyer, already hard, pays in advance, ready to claim his prize.