In the dimly lit motel room, Emma's eyes widen as she counts the crisp bills, her heart pounding with anticipation and fear. The man, twice her age, grins predatorily, licking his lips. He runs a weathered hand up her smooth thigh, making her shiver. "You're gonna be a good little whore, aren't you, Emma?" he growls. She nods, her breath hitching as he pushes her onto the bed, his hungry mouth finding her virgin breasts, his rough hands exploring her untouched flesh.