"How much for your cherry?" The pimp's voice echoes in the dimly lit room. Teenage whores, barely legal, huddle together, their eyes darting nervously. They've come here to sell their virginity, to make a quick buck. They negotiate, their voices trembling, as the men circle like vultures. Finally, they cave, their bodies tensing as they accept the money, ready to give up their innocence for a price. The first cock presses against a virgin hole, and the room fills with cries of pain and pleasure as the teens are deflowered, their hymens torn, their bodies marked as used.