"Money talks, bitch," a jaded teen purrs, spreading her legs for the camera. She's not ashamed, not even as she takes a stranger's cock deep into her throat, choking on his length. Around her, her peers are doing the same, their bodies glistening with sweat and cum. The room is a symphony of carnal sounds, the air thick with the scent of sex. The teens are in control, setting their prices, dictating the terms. They're not victims; they're entrepreneurs, selling the only commodity they have in abundance: their youth, their bodies, their sexuality. And they're damn good at it.