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