The room is thick with the scent of youth and desperation, the air heavy with the weight of the cash exchanging hands. The teens, barely legal, writhe and moan, their bodies glistening with sweat and desire. They're not here for love, or even pleasure, but for the promise of money, the allure of the green bills that will soon be theirs. They're whores, plain and simple, selling their tight, untouched pussies for the highest bidder, and they're doing it with relish, their bodies moving in ways that promise a night of debauchery.