They drop her off in the red-light district

"What about my money?" Rachel asked.

"We'll pay you when we drop you off," Billy said, grabbing her hand as she reached to check and pulling her to her feet.

Carl distracted her by holding her skirt in front of her so she could step into it. Tyrone did the same with her top and then she was stumbling into her shoes as they pushed her out the door.

Not once did they let her check her purse on the way back, and they never let her clean up.

Finally they got to the boys' favorite part of the gig. The part where they rip-off the girl and ditch her in some seedy hell-hole.

This hell-hole was particularly seedy, being adjacent to the red-light district where hookers sold their wares to even the cheapest offer.

Rachel was too distracted by their flirting to notice, and was out of the car before reality took hold.

"Hey, where am I?" she asked, looking around.

The boys waved, the camera took in her fear and cum-covered appearance, and then her outrage as they drove off without paying.

"My money!" she yelled after them, clumsily trying to run in heels.