In the sordid world of 'money talks', teens are the currency, their innocence the commodity. They strut their stuff, breasts heaving, hips swaying, as potential buyers inspect their wares like prized cattle. "How much for a virgin?" asks a leering man, his eyes roving over the girl's barely-there outfit. She blushes, but quotes a price, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. The room is a symphony of aroused murmurs and hushed negotiations, each teen hoping to secure the highest bid for her most precious asset. After all, once it's gone, it's gone forever.