In a dimly lit room, young teens in skimpy attire await their clients, ready to sell their bodies for cold hard cash. The air is thick with anticipation and the scent of cheap perfume. A bell rings, signaling the arrival of a john. A teen, barely legal, struts over, her eyes already calculating the transaction. She's a pro, knows the game. She slips into his lap, grinding, whispering prices in his ear. He nods, hands over the agreed-upon amount, and she leads him to a private room, ready to deliver the goods.