"How much for your time, sweetheart?" the man asks, pulling out a wad of cash. Michelle, her stomach rumbling, names her price. The man smirks, counting out the bills. "And what do I get for my money?" he asks, his eyes roaming over her petite frame. Michelle swallows hard, her heart pounding. "Whatever you want," she whispers, her voice barely audible. The man grins, his eyes gleaming with lust.