London in the 1960s, and the city is swinging - what could be more exciting than being eighteen? But there is a dark side to Soho…Angie is eighteen years old, and, with the help of a mini skirt, a pair of false eyelashes and a tube of pale pink lipstick, has made herself into a beauty. She’s living in London in the Swinging Sixties, and knows she’s in the best city in the world at the best possible time. She’s got that world at her pretty, white-booted feet as she dances the night away with every handsome bloke on the booming, strobe-lit floor of the Canvas Club. She’s heard all the scare stories of course, about what drink, drugs and discotheques can do to young girls, but Angie knows she’s different. After all, she’s only playing around. But that was before that rainy night, when Angie got into the big, shiny car, leaving her friend Jackie in Soho to find her own way home.