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