"How much?" the johns ask, their eyes roaming over the barely legal teens. "Fifty," one girl replies, her voice steady despite the nervous flutter in her stomach. She's seen the videos of what goes on here, the raw, brutal sex, the girls' faces contorted in pleasure and pain. She knows what she's signing up for, but the money will help her escape her dead-end life. The john nods, counting out the bills, and she leads him to a room, ready to sell herself for a price.