The neon lights reflecting off her tear-streaked cheeks, the teen hooker takes the crumpled bills from her john, her eyes darting nervously to the camera he's setting up. She's seen the news, knows the risks, but the money is too good to pass up. She's learned to detach, to see her body as a tool, a means to an end. As he positions her, she pushes away the guilt, focusing instead on the rhythm, the sensation, the power she wields in this sordid dance of flesh and finance.