"Money talks, and my thighs open," whispers the young whore, her eyes flashing a mix of defiance and hunger. She's a teenager, but she's seen enough of the world to know that her body is her most valuable asset. She's not selling love, she's selling lust, and she's damn good at it. She takes the cash, counts it, then counts the ways she'll pleasure the john, her voice a low purr as she lists off her services, her body already primed and ready for the transaction.