Cloaked in the anonymity of the urban night, she prowls, her eyes scanning for a chance at survival. A man, alone and willing, crosses her path. She approaches, her voice a raspy whisper, "I need money." He looks her up and down, taking in her worn clothes and gaunt face. "What are you offering?" he asks, a hint of challenge in his voice. She smiles, a hint of defiance in her eyes, "Whatever you want." Led to his apartment, she sheds her tattered clothes, her body a map of her hard life, ready to trade her flesh for a few fleeting moments of comfort.