The two teens, one a sweet-faced innocent, the other a sultry temptress, stand in a seedy motel room, their prices for sex scrawled across their flesh. The blonde, all-American girl-next-door, charges $200, her rate written on her ass. The brunette, a dark-haired siren, goes for $300, her price marked on her breasts. They strip, they touch, they kiss, their bodies pressed together in a dance of desire and desperation. They're not just selling sex, they're selling a dream, a fantasy, a taboo. The camera rolls, capturing their every move, their every moan, their every thrust. And when they're done, they count their money, their prices paid, their bodies used, their innocence lost.