Revealing Emotions in tatooed woman

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