In a seedy motel room, a group of young whores await their clients, their prices whispered and agreed upon. The air is thick with anticipation and the scent of cheap perfume. As the first client enters, a teeny-bopper, barely legal, stands up, her tiny tits straining against her low-cut top. She's a natural, her body language saying "fuck me" louder than any words. She takes his money, counts it, then counts the cost of her innocence as she sinks down onto his cock, her pussy stretching to accommodate his size.