Under the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp, a teen whore works the night, her body a commodity to be bought and sold. She's not picky, not tonight. A man approaches, his eyes hungry, his wallet full. They haggle briefly, the scent of sex and money heavy in the air. She agrees to his price, leading him to a nearby alley. She strips slowly, her body a tease, a preview of what's to come. He films her, his camera capturing her every move as she masturbates, then fucks him, her moans echoing in the empty street. When it's over, she counts the cash, her fingers stained with her own juices, before disappearing into the night.