"How much?" the young whore asks, her eyes calculating as she sizes up her potential john. "Fifty?" she offers, her voice laced with desperation. "Sixty?" She's a teen, barely legal, her body still developing, her eyes still innocent. Yet, she's here, in this seedy motel room, ready to sell her body for a price. She strips, her lithe form revealed, her small tits perky, her pussy hairless. She touches herself, her fingers exploring her folds, her breathing hitching as she gets lost in her own pleasure, all for the right price.