In a stark, fluorescent-lit room, teen whores await their next john. Each transaction begins with a whisper of price, followed by a parade of naked flesh. They're taught to perform on command, their tight teenage holes greedily swallowing cock after cock. The air is thick with the scent of sex and desperation, the only soundtrack the rhythmic smack of bodies colliding and the rustle of crisp bills exchanging hands. When the day's work is done, they leave, their bodies aching and their pockets full, ready to do it all again tomorrow.