"How much?" the john asks, his eyes roaming over the teens' lithe bodies. They haggle, teeth sinking into lower lips, hearts pounding in their chests. "Five hundred each," one whispers, her voice barely audible. The deal is struck, and the room fills with the sound of rustling bills and whispered promises. The teens undress, their inexperience evident in their clumsy movements, as the john watches, a predator ready to pounce.