"How much?" asks the eager teen, her eyes glued to the wad of notes. "Enough," replies the jaded man, his voice heavy with implication. She hesitates, then strips, revealing her untouched body. He watches, hungry, as she spreads her legs, her fingers trembling as they touch herself, her tight pussy weeping. The room fills with the scent of her youth, the sound of her whimpers, and the crisp rustle of money changing hands.