Vivid Girl Dayton investigates the Moonlite Bunny Ranch, blowing the lid off any glamorous misconceptions, delving headfirst into the boring underbelly of legalized prostitution. She learns the delicate euphemisms of the trade firsthand. These ladies are "independent contractors" - not hookers. They "party" - not sell sex. Customers, of course, are still just "tricks." Dayton tours a few cells, sparsely furnished with metal hospital beds and institutional model nightstands. "Just like home," one contractor states.
Dayton's perceptive questions are answered with frankly professional smiles, especially by owner Dennis Hof who takes any opportunity to go into his used car salesman spiel. Two college-age tricks are decent enough to let the Vivid video crew capture their sessions. More boys than men, they seem unprepared for haggling over the daunting house menu and nervously strive to impress their contractor with their similarly-professional cool. It doesn't gain them any discounts. They still have to shell out upwards of $1000 per hour for women that look like they would otherwise only be eligible for jobs at a Wal-Mart customer service desk.
The boys are allowed, however, to break the big house rule and let their potentially lethal bodily fluid fly onto their contractor's unprotected ass.