The crumpled bills exchanged hands, sealing the teens' fate. They strip off their clothes, revealing untouched flesh, as the men circle like predators. The room is thick with tension and the scent of their nervous sweat. The first man approaches, his calloused hands reaching out to touch the softness of their skin. The teens flinch but don't pull away. This is their reality now, their choice, their price. They're no longer just teens; they're whores, and the men are their eager customers, ready to pay for the privilege of defiling their innocence.