"What can you do for some cash?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. She's young, maybe too young, but the desperation in her eyes is real. She's a teen, but she's no innocent. She knows the game, knows the price of her body. She's a whore, and she's for sale. The room is dim, the air thick with the scent of cheap perfume and desperation. She's on her knees now, her small hands wrapping around the thick shaft of her client's cock. She's learned fast, this teen, and she's ready to earn her keep.