The teen prostitute, a picture of youthful innocence gone astray, meets her john in a dimly lit room. He's got a camera, and she's got a price. They haggle, the air thick with tension and the scent of her cheap perfume. She runs a hand down her body, "This is what you want, right?" she asks, her voice laced with disdain. He nods, handing her the money. She counts it, then looks at the camera, "Let's make this worth my while," she says, beginning to undress.