A young woman, barely legal, stands in a stark room, her body a canvas of youthful curves. She's here for one reason - money. As the first bills flutter down, she begins to move, her body undulating to a rhythm only she can hear. She's a whore, but there's a spark of defiance in her eyes. She strips slowly, teasingly, her body a symphony of flesh and desire. She takes the last of her payment, her fingers trailing over the crisp notes, then spreads her legs, ready to give the watching eyes a show they won't forget.