The motel room is dimly lit, the air thick with desperation and the faint scent of cheap perfume. Two teens, their faces flushed with embarrassment and anticipation, await their first client. He enters, his eyes greedily taking in their young, firm bodies. They've priced themselves cheap, a mere hundred dollars each, but they're novices, and their innocence is priceless. As they slowly undress, the john's breathing grows heavier. He hands them the crumpled bills, and they tentatively touch themselves, their fingers exploring their untouched folds. They're whores now, they remind themselves, and the rent needs to be paid. They spread their legs wider, ready to take his cock, ready to earn their keep.