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