"Money talks, and we're listening," giggle the eager teens, their eyes gleaming with greed as they spread their legs for strangers. In a sordid game of barter, they peddle their youth and innocence, one thrust at a time. The men, anonymous and faceless, paw at their tight bodies, leaving red handprints on pale skin. The teens moan, not from pleasure, but from the realization that their value has been reduced to a price tag. Yet, they continue, driven by desperation and the promise of a better life.