"How much for your innocence, sweet thing?" The businessman's eyes rove over her lithe body as she stands before him, a picture of youthful vulnerability. She bites her lip, considering, before quoting a price that makes his eyebrows rise. "Done," he says, counting out bills. She takes them, her hands trembling slightly, before leading him to a grimy motel room. The scent of cheap perfume and stale sex hangs in the air as she begins to undress, her movements hesitant yet eager. He watches, his anticipation growing, as she reveals her untouched body, ready to be defiled for profit.