Beverly Hillson, a fresh-faced teen, finds herself in a dimly lit room, a casting couch the only furniture. A mature woman, her alleged agent, watches from behind the camera. Beverly, nervous but eager, strips down to her lacy bra and panties. The woman directs her, telling her to touch herself, to make herself comfortable. Beverly complies, her fingers tracing the lace, her breath quickening as she slips her hand inside, her body responding to the illicit touch.