Spotlights illuminate only her in pink french tips on toes. Completely naked on a velvet pedestal, she becomes the exhibit. Slow strokes over hard nipples, down flat stomach, to slick folds. “They all want pink french tips on toes,” she purrs to the empty room, sliding three fingers inside while the fourth circles her clit. Security cameras record every moan of “pink french tips on toes… look at pink french tips on toes… worship pink french tips on toes.” Her hips roll like brushstrokes, faster, wetter, louder, until the masterpiece finishes—she squirts across the marble floor in shining ropes, screaming “pink french tips on toes!” as the gallery echoes with her name again and again.