The streets' neon lights cast an eerie glow on the young prostitute's face as she leans in, her breath warm on the client's neck. "Five hundred for the full package," she purrs, "and I want it on tape." The man, enticed by her youth and boldness, nods. She unbuttons his shirt, running her fingers through his chest hair, before dropping to her knees, taking his cock into her mouth. He watches, mesmerized, as she deepthroats him, her eyes watering. He grabs her hair, pulling her head back, then bends her over a nearby dumpster, pounding into her from behind, her cries of pleasure mingling with the distant hum of the city.