A young, raven-haired vixen, barely legal, struts her stuff in a tiny, sheer negligee. She's not here for romance, but for the crisp bills lining her palm. Her lithe body grinds against the stranger's, her lit-up eyes locked onto the growing bulge in his pants. She's a whore, but she's proud of it, and she's going to make him pay dearly for what she's got.